Staggered breath,
Vanishing movements.
The existence of life no longer exists here.
Water and fire meet,
where they have continually met before.
Stained cheeks persist once again.
Faces produce blurred vision.
This is a dream,
A nightmare of reality.
Straining to hold on,
Hold on to the unseen love.
Behind the curtain the lovers kissed,
And now behind that curtain the lover is missed.
Unable to produce life again,
she shuts down.
Unable to grasp her own,
she breaks.
Unable to find love,
she turns off.
Behind the curtain the lovers kissed,
And now behind that curtain all love is missed.
This was inspired by looking at old photographs and realizing how many people I hold onto. Enjoy.
Comments
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You have a sort of raw power and edge to your writing. You don't hold anything back. You are able to bring images to the table and then manipulate them to whatever your imagination decides necessary.
great write, as usual.
P.S. I need to learn how to make good potato salad
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"A nightmare of reality." I love that line. And I also really liked the second to last stanza. This was a great poem. Thanks for sharing it. ( =
Keep up the good work!
<3
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