Untitled Poem II

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Curtains drawn aside,
Sunlight streaming in the day,
A shard of bright light,
Screaming the dark away.
Coming alive,
Leading the way,
Misty paths, I hope,
They clear before it's too late.

Colours, they start to fade,
Smudging fine lines, traces,
Stabbed & left for dead.
Drained out the life,
Nothing I would trade,
Nothing to last.
Colours, they run,
Stained in a parallel past.

Confused and lost, and then,
An ashen face,
I thought back to when,
I'd betrayed myself.
All the time spent,
In Nothingsville,
My ears I had lent,
Taught myself to lie.

Scissor edged reality,
Cutting through,
A paper thin mirage,
A wish to come true,
Hope nothing gives way,
Thoughts whisked away,
Haunting faces, places,
From my memory erases.

It's time to depart..... To fade away.....


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(No! I am not troubled & my heart does not ache... You may now go back to playing with your respective blow-up dolls...)