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Black Room In the Black room with walls of black curtains when my mind was vacation Starlings became personal darlings, Dark eyes gather no moonbeams Holding back all daylight, Dark blocks the vision like mental images in remission Stuck in this Pace with a mysterious shadow, where Grey would seem bright no glow on the edges You cried NO ropes could hold you, NO ONE would scold you, still left in the darkness with a mind and body in detention Bought the ticket, covered all windows, Create a sad time putting my own mind on vacation " As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning" Create a new Line, unknown waiting, for a lost train, restless withering Ghosts unseen, traces of those faces hide from themselves, Shadows outside always creeping Party with a rough crew, her smile a hint of kindness in the dark night Old wounds left open, never forgotten, like scary traces where the shadows talk to themselves Return to a jungle mindless dark eye, time for redressing open new windows, unfriending Starlings Letting light into the dark, creates new shadows that are no longer afraid of themselves. R.C.
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May 13, 2022
May 13, 2022 at 11:59 AM UTC
Black Room
Black Room In the Black room with walls of black curtains when my mind was vacation Starlings became personal darlings, Dark eyes gather no moonbeams Holding back all daylight, Dark blocks the vision like mental images in remission Stuck in this Pace with a mysterious shadow, where Grey would seem bright no glow on the edges You cried NO ropes could hold you, NO ONE would scold you, still left in the darkness with a mind and body in detention Bought the ticket, covered all windows, Create a sad time putting my own mind on vacation " As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning" Create a new Line, unknown waiting, for a lost train, restless withering Ghosts unseen, traces of those faces hide from themselves, Shadows outside always creeping Party with a rough crew, her smile a hint of kindness in the dark night Old wounds left open, never forgotten, like scary traces where the shadows talk to themselves Return to a jungle mindless dark eye, time for redressing open new windows, unfriending Starlings Letting light into the dark, creates new shadows that are no longer afraid of themselves. R.C.
From the song WHITE ROOM by Cream...... Followed thoughts of the song ,but where we or I left in darkness not knowing we NEED light to get out, be it mentally or with addiction so followed my own path with addiction.we need light to make shadows. "Peace Takes Practice" Thank you for reading, your comments are helpful. Rick
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May 13, 2022
May 13, 2022 at 11:59 AM UTC
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