In shadows
There is dark light
when night
tightens is strangle
on joy,
on memory,
on images past


in dreams
are all that last
when dying follows
the dance of denying ploy,
Seeming bright
with all its grim colors
Of keening loss,


Nightmares churn, turn,
toss and fiercely burn
the dross of loose ends,
of flammable memories and crematories of hope.

These sharp shards of death
float in a painful sea of guilt
stirring the silt of buried emotions
to bend the truth
in the poisoned potions of regret.

Nothing is ever the same

after extinction
carries away
the shore of love
and drowns it in the
vast ocean of nothingness.

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3 Responses to Shadows

  1. Daddy Bear says:

    Thank you for sharing that poem. I saw this and thought I’d share it with you:

  2. Karmanot says:

    Thank you for that

  3. lindalou says:

    its the guilt and the bending of the truth that we do to ease the pain of some things that occurred…know that you can “ün-bend” and say these truths out loud anytime. there will be no surprises or shocks…and no judgment….and you might feel different after you actually say them
    …love you

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