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On The Other Side

On The Other Side



stagnant darkness snakes the sky

shadows a silence lullabied by

those still allowed to sing


the echoing sirens who tied our hands

prescribe a quiet time

slow down they say

weave space to dream

but there is nothing left to dream of


to dream we must disturb

the choking


scattered crumbs

that led us like hungry children

to the place we thought was safe


when we shivered at the shadow’s touch

they warmed us with burning promises

when we said we could not see

they told us our eyes would soon adjust

to the ever growing dark

and when clothed in creeping cobwebbed cold

we tripped over words left out to die

fell beside dreams that never lived

and reached for the morning that used to wake

on the other side of night


◄ And We Begin

Crafted ►


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Karen Ankers

Sat 18th Nov 2017 19:13

Thanks, Ray! That's a different perspective, but a fascinating one!

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Sat 18th Nov 2017 18:00

I read this presuming it depicts life after death Karen. I hope that's right - it certainly conjures up a landscape almost beyond reasoning and being from a child's perspective has an unsettling and disturbing quality -the sense of being lured like Hansel and Gretel. Very compelling.
Quality gear.


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