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There are black shadows,
Hovering close on my bed.
Red pain curls around my back,
Holding me tenderly,
Singing black lullabies,
While I pretend to sleep.
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There are cold shadows,
Creeping from corners,
Where devils once whispered of love.
Chill insinuates beneath the quilts,
A promise of forever, frozen anguish,
A personal token to keep.
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What fright casts such moving shadows,
Which I cannot see defined?
All around is winter still,
But for swirling red-black darkness.
My strength ebbs, alone, with no light.
What is left, but to wail and weep?
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Bear … 11.22.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2014
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Winter is our souls’ retreat
Return to source
Fears examined, reborn anew.
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This is quite nice. You should give your little poem its own entry page on your blog. 🙂
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https://www.youtube.=com/watch?vfH9COrXXRC0&channel=janexxlouisexb72
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Annie Lenox – Cold 🙂 . The sun will rise for another day. Thanks, Wonderful Willow.
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