Trapped between black and white_
Is that which is forgotten
Carried away to the ends of eternity
Borne anew, yet fragments remain
A reminder of that rusty door
Key lost; despite the thought of uncovering it
A tear-bear contract still in place
A trial to undo the impossible_
Dwelling in its own conscience
Is a broken wand, devalued and ostracised?
Not one could tell, being robbed of opinion
To find that which is lost,
To force open that which was shut
It claims to return stronger
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Author:
tayne (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2026 14:21
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A metaphor indeed it speaks to me of memories locked away. Well done
This is beautiful, well done.
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