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Helga Schierloh Poem
Winds shriek down the narrow lane,
mist covers many a window pane,
holding smears and dust at bay,
while camouflaging rut and decay.
The newscasters predict heavy snow.
Temperatures dip to zero and below,
inviting the flu and common cold
into putting holiday cheers on hold.
Sizzling hot fireworks light up the sky.
People seek cover to stay warm and dry,
tucking past year’s missed goals away,
to recycle them on New Year's Day.
Copyright © Helga Schierloh | Year Posted 2014
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Helga Schierloh Poem
The darkness stretching endlessly before him,
he accelerated his speed to reach his goal -
the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel
beckoning him.
The deep longing within turning into agony,
his legs weakening, his eyes growing dim –
the hope that he had nurtured for so long
slowly ebbing.
The blackness around him gradually thinning,
he cried out with delirious anticipation –
he was so close now to fulfilling his dream
of claiming her.
The sweet image of her bathing in sunshine,
he bolted forward, ready to embrace her –
when he could see her swaying in the arms
of another.
The shock of recognition disallowing any pain,
everything he felt dissolved into despair –
as he realized that he had followed the light
into a void.
Copyright © Helga Schierloh | Year Posted 2014
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Helga Schierloh Poem
It was a nice evening
out with good friends,
filled with enjoyment
and fun conversations,
a much needed break
for a soul starved for
attention and hungry
for companionship,
and then it all ended
as abruptly as it began
and that demon called
loneliness crept back,
victorious once again,
slinking triumphantly
about in the stillness,
unseen, unheard, yet
a constant companion
riding along on life's
shadow train toward
destiny's final station.
Copyright © Helga Schierloh | Year Posted 2014
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