361

361

Different people;
becoming something else
by change.
No longer
clear enough to be perceived
in the night
when the lights go out
and their reflection
ceases to exist.

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346

Opening up
wearing out
everything I can find inside
something new
need not to be fixed
but I keep repeating
over and over
an iron trail
of firestarters
deepening the scars on my soul
making me bear
everything I don’t want to perceive
luckily the light is blinding
so I don’t have to see.

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328

A pink blush through grey trees
shining to fill up
the emptiness
that has come over them.
It is almost
like a single transmission of power
has taken the soul out of everybody.
In a sigh sitting down
trying to avoid the reflection
that hits the ground so brightly
she ignores the shift
and keeps enjoying life as it is.