A pale reflection of what you had
in what she takes with someone else.
Yet still all that you can see;
thought that blinds, corrupts your mind.
The light of day, freshly taken away:
as darkness falls across your soul,
and leads your thoughts
where you don't want them to go.
A pale reflection of what you had
repeated eternally in your mind's eye:
always pale but never fading;
forever they're to haunt your soul.
Forced to view sights not your own;
sights you'd never want to see.
Yet compelled to watch,
repeatedly; what feels like eternity.
A pale reflection of what you had!
And only you can see that it is.
Looking on in silence:
favoured view to other's ignorance.
And what you see, as plain as day,
is what you had, slipping away.
From the ashes, something new:
something not involving you.
















Comments
when I knew it was not a spelling error and was intentional.. it took on a whole new outlook... and it was amazing...
I am not a poetry writer.. but I know what I like.. and I have to say...
well done..
and it sounds like you write poetry like I write prose.. nice to know I am not alone in that...
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thought that blinds, corrupts your mind.
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