The shards of glass
Show sides of me
I don’t think I was ever meant to see
Memories of loved ones
Gone long ago
Haunt my mind like a salacious foe
Love and hate – empty and full
Reflecting the dark-side in this poor soul
Childhood kindness
Like holding hands
Whispering secrets
And making plans
Making love for the first time
Reflecting through tears
Lost in a world
That thrives on our fears
These are the final portraits I see
As life’s vital essence spills from me
This was really deep & moving!!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully penned, Kevin!
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Thank you, Winnie!
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You’re welcome, Kevin!
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Wonderful poem of reminiscence.
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Thank you much!
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The speaker of the poem is dying? That last image came as a shock.
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I loved how my muse spoke to that… I had know idea when I began writing how it would end. Of course, that’s typical for me every time!
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I love it when that happens!
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Me too!
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Wow! This was gripping till the end, Kevin. Well done!
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Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome, Kevin!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You’re the best! Thank you!😁😊
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