Broken

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I’d just begun…why then do I see the shadows of the end
looming venomously, viciously
I seek refuge in the soulful notes of the piano; for
its lonely chords resonate with my thoughts
forcing the torrent of sadness to flow mercilessly…
Yet, the heaviness lingers, pulling me down,
stealing e’en the wish to look up or to struggle
or the will to be free…just free…
I let others shatter me to pieces
now I reign as a ghost within shattered pieces,
each piece home to infinite memories,
each memory home to infinite moments stabbing
cruelly into all realms of my existence.
And I wonder, why did I begin?
I cannot pretend not to hear the
cliched echoes of a million whispers scream at me,
soothing me in their classy way,
with the strength born of infinite pain…
And I, the silence in the broken pieces, seeking peace…infinite peace…

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I Wish…!!!

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How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…
Mired in the verity of lost ideals,
How I wish I could weave my cold silence,
though I am one wading in my own fears
of expectations and utter setbacks…
How I wish I could weave my cold silence
into songs for them who yearn for solace…!!!

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Destined Dreams

After all those wars that have wiped timelines,
after all the bloodshed flooding our seas for epochs,
the mysterious cosmos that decides our destiny
brings in a notion to breathe life into me…
As I breathe in life,
I hear the spirits of yesteryears
veiled beyond time
whispering among constellations,
of their aspirations for me.
Naively, I stand bewildered,
because I bear enigmatic dreams
etched by the irrefutable destiny
while mine wander about in hopes
to tether itself to me…

Sammi Cox Weekend Writing

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Memory Lanes

Haven’t we all strolled along memory lanes?
Recalling faces, moments, fragrances
Reliving favourites that evanesce
Haven’t we all strolled along memory lanes?
Sensing how hard, to forget those ill times…
To cherish some parts, to stifle others
Haven’t we all strolled along memory lanes?
Recalling faces, moments, fragrances…

 

A Triolet written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

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Twilight

Do you hear the lullaby of the streams?
As twilight sets in, softly, tenderly
When gilded eyes droop for pearly moonbeams
Do you hear the lullaby of the streams?
As velvety whispers of the mild breeze
caress the nightly silence splendidly
Do you hear the lullaby of the streams?
As twilight sets in, softly, tenderly…❤❤

A Triolet inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

Image Courtesy: ParallelVision from Pixabay

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