When thunder knocks
it amplifies within distant sound,
hardened by echoes deep within
canvases of a mind to harsh to reach.
Control no longer existent as
muffled screams succumb to
pillow depths.
( And the thunder rolls)
Reality no longer lives only
darkness of closing eyes, where
heartache simply does not represent.
Where colors live and butterflies fly
and for a moment we are grateful
to be subconsciously alive.
Author notes
I understand this!!!
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This is a good write, and went very well with the picture. I really enjoyed the third stanza, I liked the wording you used there. Excellent write.
XXCrimsonRaineXX
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Excellent
Oh wow!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello my dear friend.
Long time, no see.
I haven't been around for quite some time now.
I went offline last October.
This write is fantastic.
It has such imagery.
Well done.
Keep up with the great work.
Keep on penning.
Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful tlaents with us.
*S* Cynthia
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This is totally awesome my friend! Free verse at its finest and I do envy the knack for that! Very expressive of the pic and deep with meaning and metaphor... wow I really love this!
Huggles,
Frogz~
P.S. It's been far too long since I've read something of this caliber from your talented quill my friend!
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