If reality had an on/off
switch, it would be her.

I write away my sadness
The stars listen to my pain
Night wind whispers "You'll be alright"
Hums a lullaby in harmony with falling rain

I write to heal this wounded heart
The sunshine lends me hope with a warm glow
Pillowy puffs of clouds remind me to rest
Rustling leaves on branches seem to say "Take it slow"

I write to escape the world awhile
Transform tormenting ache into art
Other things give comfort, not like my pen
I write to soothe my soul, heal this broken heart.

That lifeless thing the living fear!

Death introduced himself
as a friend.
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W­hispers through the night,
shadows dance with delight
and gay merriment,
as darkness divides the light,
bent over a poor soul.

Broken, lost,
but never forgotten.

Life once was brooding and golly,
now gray and decayed,
popping at the seems (frayed).

Death introduced himself
as a friend, but you learned
a bit too late; Death is
a thieve, a stealer of soul’s.

Yet you took his hand.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton