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  Apr 2016 Mary Winslow
Damienn
Against the night sky
The trees are but silhouettes
I can imagine those as regrets
Unavoidable
But gorgeous in a way
Like the way your skin glistens
On a rainy day

Like the way your eyes glisten
On a moody day
Someone along the way
I'm not sure who or why
drove my myth into the ground
derived pleasure in seeing
the dreams I thought attainable
turn to so many dried leaves
gathering in the corner
unnoticed

Somewhere along the way
I lost the will to hold
those dreams sacred
thus quieting my souls breath
to all but a whisper
all but a vanquished hope
silent in the corner
unheard

Somehow along the way
I found solace in relinquishing
that which set me apart
from those already there
aglow in blind contentment
the safety of their corner
awaiting the day
and not the night
my own shadow
become a stranger
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