I don't feel qualified to critique other's poetry so I'm posting my work here. Please critique if you feel so inclined. Just please offer solutions, thank you.
Many years I cling to your ghosts' fading memories a dream I dreamed when you were eighteen The severed tie hangs like live wire your silence steals the air stifling life inside I dare not hope for another goodbye Your lilting voice used to rise and fall over sharps and flats as my ears rejoice a Siren's song
It's all I hear now, and this is the worst thing of all, the best thing too - for a miserable and emotionally ill-adjusted boy like me But you, nothing troubles your sleep tonight moon beams blanket your bed kissing your face with pristine pale light
Now I write without reply, many a desperate verse and line a withered leaf's whispered pleas for lenitive waters of river Leethe
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