Chamber

The moon sets, sun reaches its pinnacle,
He will move on, no-one to hold him back,
Just lingering memories of the one he holds dear,
She lied, betrayed his trust, claimed he was at fault.

The stars no longer sparkle,
On the love, the gods have deemed her,
No longer of worth, decision has been made,
Time heals all wounds, her place retained in the chamber.

© 2013-2016

By Bryan Deakin

Hello and welcome to my site, my name is Bryan Deakin, 35yr old from Scotland. A Dyspraxic, Poet, Blogger and Community Activist, I studieda BSc(Hons) Sustainable Development, at the University of Highlands and Islands. Lover of all things Greek and Finnish, and a keen and active member of Falkirk SNP. Prior I was Vice President of Simple Machines, and Project Manager at Simple Machines Forum (SMF).

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