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Alone in the darkness, without even a shadow
Only so much can be handled.
Everyone has a turning point.
Eyes shut from the darkness.
His are forever open to it.
For blackness is all he will see.
Oh how I longed to hear this;
The silence he whispers to me.
Peaceful beauty now in my ears.
It destroys the sound left ringing;
The screaming of his regret.
I have seriously read this
I have seriously read this ten times. It's so well-written. And so... perfect.
For some reason, this reminds me of a poem I wrote a long time ago back before my computer crashed and lost everything... Mentioned something like dancing with an invisible man to a song played by crickets outside my bedroom window. Dunno why I thought of this, but I did. And it makes me frustrated that I lost so much work because I wasn't smart enough to keep copies of my stuff...
Anyway, thanks again for sharing. Superbly enjoyed it. As I do all your works.
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery
screaming regret
this one touched something tender, a spot waiting to be touched - thanks for the empathy - the depth - Stella