Over and Over – #dark #poetry #NaPoWriMo
21 Thursday Apr 2022
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Not many travel
To the top of these stairs
Most never make it,
Though she doesn’t care.
Never reaches out,
To offer her hand
They teeter and topple,
And there she’ll stand.
Smirk on her face,
Fire in her eyes
This Tower of Terror,
She’ll make you despise.
Every breath you’ve taken,
To reach the very top
Every muscle that’s aching,
But you just can’t stop.
She captures with a spell,
To fight you don’t dare
She’s invited you, dearie,
Into Autumn’s Lair.
April Writing Prompts: The tower of terror and Autumn’s lair
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21 Tuesday Apr 2020
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I watch the sun set
In a brilliant blaze
Under a sky of stars
I get lost in their haze
Twilight engulfs
My most secret thoughts
As golden rays bury
My mind, distraught
I am captivated
By glorious, rays of light
That take me from morn
Into the night
While I sit here and wonder
What is to be?
When my eyes finally close
What is it I’ll see?
Will my time on this Earth
Be nearer the end?
Or will I still see the light
As thoughts transcend
Higher, like the swing
Which knows no bounds
I fly, for I am no longer
Planted, on the ground
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21 Friday Apr 2017
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I know not where it is, I should turn
As thoughts inside, begin to churn
An acid, meant to truly burn
A helpless moment, of which I yearn
*
To cast away, the thoughtless words
From a hateful voice, it’s so absurd
To know that I’m not really heard
My patience, buried, now interred
*
Into hopelessness, I need to fight
To end this horrid, dreadful plight
That I endure, both day and night
For where there seems, no end in sight
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21 Thursday Apr 2016
Posted #NaPoWriMo, Poems, Poetry
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It’s that time again, that time after midnight,
and before dawn, when the only thing you hear
is the loud silence that surrounds, taking up space
in the darkness of night, casting shadows against
a black wall. You blink and still the dark exists,
blink again, but it doesn’t disappear. Search
for the light that left with the day, as you drift,
in and out of what is real or what you have
imagined. Will you ever find it again? Are you
even looking for it? Do you know what it is or
have you lost your way, between the disquiet,
of midnight and morn…
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