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Vanessa Fridman Poem
Peelings of oranges lying on the floor,
Forging a scent of a time that had passed long ago,
Obliterated shards of memory started to ignite,
Diving to the forest of crimson pale light,
Crushing into nothingness and falling into oblivion in the depths of night,
Your twisted knife lies in my heart,
Two unforgiven frivolous fragments of freedom fall apart,
Your pleading words as tattoos blending with my skin,
Staying forever if not at my will,
Your scream an echo to the dark corridors of my mind,
Dying in a mellifluous melody to my soul affined,
Sudden rain pouring in the shimmering whirlpools of ache,
The flow of grief decays the scent away,
Blurring the line that crashed my fate,
Peelings of oranges lying on the floor,
Drifting to pieces of nothing and everything before
Copyright © Vanessa Fridman | Year Posted 2025
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Vanessa Fridman Poem
I keep lurching in the dark,
With the unforgiving feeling of searching for something long lost in the dimness where truth lies,
In the prejudice of my mind,
My scream an echo to death's heart,
An unforgiving fountain of crimson blood,
Like drips of memories fleeting far from my grip in a thrashing flood,
Sending devil's whisper to the vast hole within my might,
The world bathed in burning shards of flame,
The smell of ashes going way down to hell,
And yet I stand aquiver,
While turning into dust by the mirror,
Copyright © Vanessa Fridman | Year Posted 2025
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Vanessa Fridman Poem
Drops of rain smudge the window blurring my vision,
Pouring down as my spirit drowns in omission,
The obscure moon feeding wispy light into the void's delight,
Bowing to the impalpable depths of night,
Pieces of memory struck by puissance waves undefined,
Calling your quintessence form in my mind,
Her dulcet voice masked with the susurrus pouring rain,
A seraphic purity to the melody my soul craves within the pain,
Her aureate eyes ignite a flame in the dark corners of my heart,
An eternal luminescent spirit to the grief I hold apart,
Her pellucid heart showing what could have last,
Fragments of reality shattered her frame,
Now a whisper to the wind coming from hell,
Drops of rain fall from the sky,
Washing away pieces I never got to deny,
Copyright © Vanessa Fridman | Year Posted 2025
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