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FADING MIRRORS ~ BY JANE SMITH
In the silence of the night, shadows stretch thin,
A whisper of hunger, a battle within.
Echoes of laughter, now faint, barely heard,
A struggle for solace in a world so absurd
In the silence of the night, shadows stretch thin,
A whisper of hunger, a battle within.
Echoes of laughter, now faint, barely heard,
A struggle for solace in a world so absurd
Tommy my rescue cat
He was only one year old
When he came into my home
After being left abandoned
In his garden all alone
He certainly wasn’t shy
And in no time at all
He settled in quite nicely
With his antics I recall
Playing hide and seek
In shadows cast by strictest light,
She walks alone, away from sight,
A heart encased in walls of fear,
No touch, no love, no comfort near
The sun cracks open, paints the dawn in gold,
A symphony of birds, a story yet untold.
Barefoot steps on dewy grass, a cool embrace,
The world awakens, a vibrant, living space.
Life’s a winding, twisting lane,
Around each bend, a joy, a pain.
Unexpected turns unfold,
A poet’s heart, where beauty shines.
With verses crafted, sharp and keen,
You capture life’s vibrant scene.
A soul that speaks in rhythmic rhyme,
Gray and drained, numbed but absent,
Stained only by the lessons of the past,
The secrets held close, freezing and suffocating
Walking in weakness,
mindless in a known forest.
Styling in sadness,
Forgiveness on a plate to taste
The winter will befall upon our youth,
And it will lose all its springliness then.
A sheer dullness shall have its firm growth,
And the inner green land will turn barren.
Let my wraith fall upon the sinning rats
you share love and time with, only to burn me inside out.
Let us bathe in their blood for the way we loved,
like the dwindling snakes intertwined, biting each other to live without.