A witches brew, this morning drew
my eyes of ill repute.
All alone, my mind is blown
its siren song takes root.
The shadow lady, in her form hazy
beckons me from light.
In the dark, our souls are marked
stifled by the fright
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Author:
Jack Cohen (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2021 01:46
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
that darkness within, we so want to regress
and keep hidden
but, only by acknowledging its presence
can we limit
our ability to sabotage ourselves and bring forth
our own demise...
insightful message, and timely
sadly, we no longer have a 'wiser' older generation
to share such nuggets of life with us,
what a loss!
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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