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Blinded
I curse the silence
of the morning’s scream
as it wakes the day
giving shelter to reality, and
burying dreams illusion
reminding me that I am real
while laughing at the truth
that smiles inside my shadow
where I cower in innocence
at life’s pointing finger
that accuses me of guilt
as my tears beg forgiveness
in the blinding of a scream
Fiercely beautiful and
Fiercely beautiful and immersive word play here; it makes every line a powerful experience. I love the juxtaposition of "silence" and "scream", a stunning illustration of the tyranny of morning when night provided the shelter of dreams. As always, you wielded metaphors with finesse and vibrancy, an impressive part of your highly-charged, signature style.
Thoroughly enjoyed.
Thank you Patricia, for the
Thank you Patricia, for the kind words, your time and visit to my writings, and your poetic support.
You ain't bad yourself, ya know? :)
All the thought running
All the thought running through my head running through my head, silent screams, broken dreams, tears and heart tears regrets are sobering and cumbersome when trying to find pieces of peace...
Well written inspiring!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thankssss SS, glad you
Thankssss SS, glad you enjoyed this.