A glowing neon room
A dance until the dawn
Brief, whispered conversation
Amid the bright, white sun
The game starts in the past
I'll run, you hide to find me
The glimpse in mirror's image
A spell to end it all
I'll jump at slightest sounds
I'll eat but only for him
Too many pristine walls
And floors complete the maze
Words scratch out my complaint
And stratch her off the list
The angel screams in heaven
For their childhood lost
A muse to sit and ponder
Comings and goings that see
A cluttered room sits empty
And the story tell itself
~fin













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~kapari
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Was enthralled from the first line. The last three verses were the best for me. Such beautiful and yet terrible imagery. But as I go over it again and again it's almost like pieces of a puzzle slotting together. This speaks to me of so much that I'm not sure how to put it into words. This is such an inspiring piece. *runs off to grab pencil and paper*
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If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball.
it kind of annoys me when people don't look a little deeper into a poem, so i always try to. And there was just so much to think about with this poem. Loved it!
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