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SHOCK (Remove filter)

It begins

First light 

Rushing in 

dazzling, dancing 

Overwhelming 

 

New

all new 

Cold

 

I remember this..

Or I think I do..

 

Shapes and hues 

surrounding 

Depth and colour 

coming together 

 

After darkness for years

or perhaps longer

Timeless 

until time began 

 

I didn’t choose this 

I didn’t choose to feel pain, rejection, loneliness...

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birth   choice   death   life   shock

No words

Walking into your kitchen now bathed in shadow

So full of laughter and light not so long ago

The Piano once so loud and expressive

Now sits shrouded in its cover so pensive

Like a dog waiting for its owner

 

Midnight tears roll for the fallen

Silent tracks at the mercy of night

No questions or answers

No anger or fight

Only shocked disbelief

No wrong and no right

...

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grief   griefstricken   sad   shock

Bleached Bland

softly she breathes

night coats her head

I wish I lay in a different bed

 

some women thrill

one look inflames

their kicks come from playing games

 

she's too banal

her lips lukewarm

the polar reverse of a sensual storm

 

no excitement

zero surprise

I know exactly what's behind those eyes

 

it's been one year

itchy my feet

not enough her being ...

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boredom   itchy feet   love   shock   staleness   worm turns

Heartfall

hanging there its waiting

each and every little part

dangling just on the edge

the avalanche in my heart

 

snow melted has frozen,

stones skitter on a rink,

quick to rip and tumble

before I can even think

 

waiting at a precipice

crawling ever nearer

my fate in your hands

kismet never clearer

 

further descent of snow

dead weight on icy rock

I can...

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avalanche   infidelity   precipice   rink   rock   shock   snow

SHELL SHOCK

The whistle blows to sound the charge

and over the top they bustle and barge,

covered from head to toe in mud

and soon tainted with flesh and blood.

 

Up the ladder with slippery rungs,

a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,

adrenalin coursing through every vein

with the fear of not coming back again.

 

Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,

tangled in barbed w...

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DEATH   FEAR   FUTILITY   HORROR   INSANITY   MADNESS   POEM   POETRY   SHOCK   TERROR   TRAGEDY   WAR

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