Shadows of Yesterday
The bottomless pit of time, days long past,
memories like tangled vines of a jungle,
rampant foliage, leafy ferns to grasp.
Rotting, flowering parasites struggle,
for life, like an unfinished masterpiece,
I thrust grief into the misty tangle.
Grasping for something beautiful, for peace,
in the inky shadows of yesterday
I dance with sorrow, crying for release.
Within this maze, this labyrinth, I pray,
mourning for yesterdays I cannot change,
I twirl, swirl, waltzing amongst trees, I sway.
I tremble in soundless silence of dreams,
only waking, do I hear my own screams.
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July 9, 2013
Poetry/Terza Rima/Shadows Of Yesterday
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All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
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