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Xanadu

She lays in bed deep in thought                                                                                               of all the battles she has fought                                                                                           wondering why and how to be                                                                                                        in a life of misery
Lonely days and quiet nights                                                                                              darkness rules over light                                                                                                      too much time to contemplate                                                                                                    what could she do to change her fate
Another day and another year                                                                                            they all just blend then disappear                                                                                            life was coming to an end                                                                                                         so, one last time she did pretend -
That magical days did exist                                                                                                              all’s achieved on her bucket list                                                                                      Xanadu was the place to be                                                                                                         she felt such love, was finally free.

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Susan Ashley October 11, 2024 at 7:36 AM Dear Paula, a sense of inner struggle and loneliness seeps through your moving verse with a poignant blend of imagery and emotion. This comes to me as an end of life poem where her physical being is finally released.. free and her spirit moves on to perpetual peace. Beautiful word weaving, dear poet. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Pivotal Poetry October 11, 2024 at 10:29 PM Yes, the burdens can often be too much, peace is what she craves. Thank you for your kind words.