55 - my soul is bleeding

In these minutes past the hour

of the darkest time of the night,

my soul is weeping

for the dreams discarded,

carelessly flung into the flaming sunset

of a shattered reflection.

And my soul is bleeding

for the trust betrayed,

sullied by the kisses at New Year's turn,

from the one with the poisoned tongue.

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Wasted promises

I’m shocked by the tears that are falling like rain

when I see what is really behind

the façade you’ve created, and had me believe,

to be you, the one whom I love.

And an icy hand grips my heart,

twists while a knife

shreds the years into wasted promises,

as I see my existence

shimmer like a mirage,

when the mind of a trickster erases my reality

and reveals the barren wasteland

of a life that is but a charade.

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The silence of the shadows

Breathe a deep sigh in the silence of the shadows,

become still as you drink in the night,

savor the solitary moments alone

with the magical touch of moonlight.

Feel as it weaves through you, cleansing your thoughts,

removing the grit and the grime

that's tainting your vision, containing your soul,

in the distance the old church bells chime.

Watch as the ribbons untie and fall,

one by one, they allow your release,

and you soar into velvety arms that reign

in a space of content that won't cease.

So as this day nods its head towards the dusk,

I welcome the coming night,

brought by the heavens, kissed by the stars,

to this dark I submit without fight.

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Escaping the madness

Distress builds a cloud in these once carefree eyes,

overwhelming the need to erect a disguise,

remove from the consciousness these blatant lies

and withdraw to the edge of the world.

Where the silky soft silence surrounds like a cloak,

shrouding your presence behind opaque smoke,

the phony carousing releases the yoke

of deception that smothers your soul.

And you breathe icy air yet unspoiled by the grime

of the souls that are lost, where the moon doesn't shine,

where the power that rules is a maze in forged time,

where alone, you uncurl from this haze.

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