Jennifer Pickering

Blurred vision,
drums still beating,
the shattered
break further,
the heart
Weakened.
Words disappearing,
wonders lost,
Our silhouettes stain,
Our shadows
disperse.
Our life is over,
it rips itself free,
to pour havoc
on crumbled
shells.

The bright is
blinding,
sweet air suffocating.
The fragments
realign.
The falls freeze.
The cocoon is
ripping,
the life emerging.
The reaper,
not reaping.
Comfort approaches.
Life has
no patience.
The end is the
new beginning.

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