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A figure stands, a haunted bride
Left at the altar, where she died
The Haunted Bride – #poetry of a #ghost
04 Monday Oct 2021
Category Archives: Death
Into the Black – #poetry #death
02 Saturday Oct 2021
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I wrote this after listening to Don McLean’s song, “Vincent”. If you know the song, perhaps you’ll read the words as if the music is playing….
Darkness holds the night
Stars are hidden from my sight
The moon above, it shines no light
I look around but nothing fills my eyes
Lost Among The Living
08 Saturday Feb 2014
Posted in Death, My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
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They walk among us
Shrouded figures in black hooded cloaks
With glistening eyes no one can see
A fierce determination no one can feel
Asking again,
“Is my journey not over
What keeps me here
Someone please answer”
But no one can hear
“God, can you help me
I can only feel fear”
Pleading one last time
Into darkening skies
They lower their heads
And silently cry…
Convicted and cursed
Now broken and ungiving
They are simply shadows
Forever lost among the living
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Perdition’s Flames
27 Monday Jan 2014
Posted in Death, Life, My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
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A crowded room
Bodies sway to the beat
Of melodies unheard
Blank faces stare beyond
Looking at each other
And looking at no one
Silently they disappear
Through the passage
Into clouds of smoke
From burning embers
Of perdition’s flames
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Questions
20 Monday Jan 2014
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I do not understand
Why time passes by
Yet stands still
Why a moment can be fleeting
Yet we are caught in it
Why we hate to love
Yet love to hate
Is it that we are
Afraid of feeling the heartache
Of time gone by
But unafraid of causing the heartbreak
Without a moment’s loss
Afraid of defining our own worth
Within ourselves
But unafraid to define others inadequacies
As they stand before us
How can you say you are living a life
For the moments, the time
The love and the hate
The heartache and the heartbreak
Yet claim to have no life worth living
I do not understand
©2014 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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