Shadows of midnight
Form a veil
Over a quiet room
To instill disdain
Footsteps more quiet
Respect a sharp nail
That pierced and prodded
What little remains.
The arch of remembrance
Each brick a lie
That shuffled and cursed
Through tears in eyes
It wanders like moonlight
Each ray in chains
Finally the battle
Is lost and framed.
Sweet is the fragrance
That masks deaths smell
A casket flower covered
Deep is the well
Where as children they played
Taunted and teased
Their companion of sadness
Words upon breeze.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A sense of falseness here in masks worn. Memories blown away with the wind. A sad poem
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This one hit me with its quiet heaviness. I like how the imagery keeps circling back to contrasts, of flowers masking decay, moonlight chained, childhood play beside a casket. It feels like the poem is saying grief never really leaves; it just drifts around us like “words upon breeze.” That last line especially lands, memory and sorrow are weightless, but impossible to escape.
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