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Reflections of truth – the poem
Living a poignant death
No farther imagery to create,
Out of a shallow breathe
I sit to notice the silence
And count of lost tunes radiate.
I dare to bare my heart
Yet a cradle of emptiness,
Heavy is the air about
Just an illusion of mind
Frozen peace is echoed craftiness.
Sleeping into some wakeful nights
Walking a lonely daydream,
The owls croon to my soul sighs
Night is hanging upside down
From my wide eyed mission cram.
I play with the pebbles
Beside a blue lagoon of passion,
Crystal clear was the rabble
Dead silence crowding the fable
Reflections grisly me in sepia fashion.
Dying an eluded life
Flow through fingers heavy breathing,
I do feel the death walk past
And take me along for a ride
Called truth ….. !!!!
Reality strikes hard and fast
Who am I…
Where am I…
Where am going…..
Where am coming from…..
A ghastly reflection crooned a forgotten song….
The mirror is a broken heart
Decayed is the mind in a captive soul
Ashen is the body in wild flood of prowl
Still ….words are living a poignant death…
Some rhythm is dying an eluded life…..
And let a truth flow through decaying fingers forever!!!!!!!