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Aiden Zuber Poem
She had a face, a beautiful face,
With eyes as bright as the moonlight,
Ultimately leading her to a new light.
Her face grew hideous and weak,
Her attitude becoming dull, old, and bleak.
Her mere existence feeling like a bomb,
Her demeanor no longer old and calm.
Her echoes grew distant, foggy, and measly,
Her disconnection shattered me deeply.
He was a good, hardworking man,
Who ran the wrong side of the tracks.
The pain inside attacks,
Setting him toward a dark and twisted path.
Of blind confusion and conformity,
Becoming his ultimate deformity.
His blind disconnection,
Making my soul feel abnormally.
The two pass each other on the street,
Just a glare, they both let out a small flare.
The two walked on past each other,
Both completely unrecognizable.
My soul collapsed, praying for the new dawn,
Hoping this one would soon be gone.
Copyright © Aiden Zuber | Year Posted 2025
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Aiden Zuber Poem
On dark, cold soil,
atop the soaring green turf,
lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses.
The path that led to them
was faded and shallow,
with the feeling
it could cave in
at any moment.
Scattered along that path
were derelict vehicles
from different eras
each one different heaps of life.
Fog filled the houses.
It filled the cars too,
like a raging campfire,
too sinister
to be put out.
And yet here I am,
wandering through this old-world neighborhood,
yearning into reverie
this faded memory
feels like the perfect remedy.
Copyright © Aiden Zuber | Year Posted 2025
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