Edge of Despair
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Twilight shimmers in orange,
red clouds float above,
preparing for blood rain.
Lost to ponder,
I contemplate and wonder
why the symphonic sky
showcases shadows of ghosts
as a
susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
I find no use for speech.
I drift into my
silent reverie -
but release through poetry.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought,
but the smell of ash remains
who knows what winds may come and go
and what they will bring and take.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh sapphire page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows.
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe,
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2024
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