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her world was a black hole of emptiness
a hollow home where the sun never shines
raining dust between the storms
where fingertips search beyond despair
and walk towards a new neighborhood
searching for City Lights
she wondered why she was still alive
in a world of forgotten nothingness
pouring darkness from the storm
unable to see the path to remember
and read her unspoken words
to the dead poets at City Lights
uncomfortable with midnight at high noon
she discarded old thoughts and decided to leave
finding the door that was unlocked
she discovered the truth about herself
and walked with her dark poems
to read at City Lights
11 comments:
I like 'raining dust between the storms' - very evocative. A poem of hope, ultimately.
i really enjoyed reading your work....the end felt she was walking into the light....guess we all trying to find that door...x
This is wonderful..so glad that she was rescued by poetry..hope springs....
very nice! A goodly home is to find a place to read your poems...
:)
'uncomfortable with midnight at high noon' .. great line!! :)
smiles...i def like the turn at the end..in finding herself and then her voice...
Yes, must she stay on! There's so much to savor out there, which she finally did! Great verse Wayne!
Hank
I like this very much...some of your word choices evoke images that seem familiar to me...or too my past:) Nice. Laurel
I like the positive ending-discarding old thoughts and moving forward
I especially like "uncomfortable with midnight at high noon"...nice write Wayne...
Glad she found that door and discovered the truth.
Anna :o]
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