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Life has turned gloomy now.

Poetry is my only light.

I share it with the world.
You sing life alone.
Sometimes solos are needed,
to round out the choir.
 2d nivek
BEEZEE
An abandoned cathedral
where I drag my soul to repent for my
๐™‹๐™š๐™ง๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™จ.
A lady appears in a wedding gown-
I feel like I am ๐™ฅ๐™ช๐™ง๐™š again.
Her dress turns ๐™ง๐™š๐™™. She turns her headโ€”
and wicked reads her eyes.
I face my fear and go too near to find thatย sheโ€™s gone ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ก๐™™.
She disappears and then appears a punyย ย ๐™จ๐™๐™–๐™™๐™ค๐™ฌ-๐™™๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก.
It chases me, I trip, I fall, they drag me to a hall.

โ€œ๐˜•๐˜ฐ! ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด!โ€

I wake up-
deep breath & sweat.
I wonder of what it meantโ€ฆ
To dream of
๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ.
This poem came from a dream โ€” part confession, part confrontation.
Time is but a dance
Yet we sit in chairs all day
I sat this one out.

I hate to say.
My heart on the floor.
Humming, you sweep around it.
As you've done before.
Somehow, unbefuddled, it all ties together,
The happy endings get tied, knots well made,
Sleep comes easy, the light dims slowly, finely,
Clarity, everywhere, not for taking, just for asking,
Wanting is off limits, even inconceivable, and the poem.
Why, even the poem finishes itself, and to all a very, Good Night

a grownup lullaby
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