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May 24
poem 1 comment challenge: General/Free Write
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Shadows of Indifference

A night, midnight blue, one with no stars
An eye peering through the opening, clouds reflected in gaze
And blank stares, pearly white- drenched in tears
 
The pendulum’s swinging, completing its endless cycle
Hushed whispers ripple the surface, then back again
An unfathomable abyss and death’s glare upon us with wings of black silk shadowing
 
A mirror with many faces, broken shards blemishing beauty
A girl, no two. Nameless, shamelessly looking. Dreaming-
As the sweet, soul sucking vortex redeems her again
 
Walls encroach upon the silent dreamer as she remembers
Transparent glass walls that cuts us with its sharp frame and protects-​
Unshackled but made captive, the dragon’s strength wanes from toil
As two wrongs aren’t made right with Chaos king and darkness spilling
 
It isn’t tempest from which I hide, or fire that chars my flesh
Nor is it chilled autumn morns, or even emotion in flashing thunder and wet torrents
Or love or hate, illusions conceived by the human mind
No, it’s indifference, rather ignorance in all its selfish forms
 
Colorless with grey hued skies and shapeless mist delusions to cold eyes; tasteless
Silent as despair, undiscerning as the raven veers towards temporary paradise
Poison dripping from the black tongue that blots and burns  
For the fair rose with its delicate shades of pink-
Is nothing but deceit
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  1. Graceful
    May 25, 2020

    I loved this, I thought it was very mysterious and captivating. Nice job!

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