The Cloak
The Cloak
The cloak of darkness gathers ancient woes
from yesterdays, unveiling broken dreams.
Reality now threadbare, heaven knows
each day a silhouette with altered seams.
Emotion’s ragged pockets lost in years,
a masquerade of changes, pain’s design
with patches intertwined amongst the fears
of voyage weaving shadows unbenign.
Though darkened, tattered edges filled mirage
while fickle time continued dancing thread,
that haunted past in vivid decoupage
became too small to wear when angels led.
Today, the cloak remains within the chest
where feathered, treasured moments came to rest.
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