The future

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The future



Blood stained secrets... crimson upon white.

Bold and crippling as the face of your lies.

Wash away the silence, blackness revealed ...

Torture beneath tear drops.

Fingertips fixed with daggers.. plunge deep into gaping open wounds.

I saw your smile, but where brewed the laughter?

My pain is your punchline.

Blinded by smoke and mirrors.

A stifled scream lives within me.

On the verge of gold dust and angel wings, I will soon find my way.

Ice crystals in the distance, dancing.

A ribbon tied around a promise.

Leaving loose ends behind ... so old scars wont bleed again .

Serenity speaks if you'll listen.

Sharp edged memories crushed beneath my feet.

The future awaits.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Glendaly’s Poems (9)

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Just knock 5
True Love 0
Truth 1
The future 0
My friend 0
For My Baby 0
"Test of time" 0
"Prisoner" 0
"Reality" 0