One bright night
when she wasn’t very alert
a call from far away
Beckoned her to dark reasons
the cloaks of passion and confusion
hazed the moon
She gasped for air and light
’cause the path she was about to jaunt
was dark, suffocating and deceitful
With indisposition
her heart trended towards
dreary familiar territory
Of deceit, pain and guilt
that will tug at her heart
up and down her life
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Really love that last stanza it culminates the poem well.
Your poetry is so powerful.
I really like this poem. I like how emotive it is. Fabulous. 🙂
very nice 🙂
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Love the new blog theme too …
Enjoyed reading the poem…the imagery is very captivating.
its a powerful msg you have here……
Nicely dark, and mysterious. Enjoyed it greatly!
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Oh and what a dark call this is. Masterful. Appreciate the choice of illustration. Altogether well done.
A dark poem. I love it especially the last two stanzas. Well done. 🙂
beautiful….
tug at here heart, up and down her life,
this is stunning line.
Thanks for sharing.
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Beautiful, and so simple! We are haunted by so much from the past, and your last verse brings out that feeling so well. I just hope that good things will tug at the heart too, and win the tug of war against the dark feelings 🙂
Maybe someday the pain won’t tug so hard. Time has a way of healing wounds. Funny how it’s so easy to slip into old patterns though. Very beautifully written and expressed.
Our hearts go through so many dark feelings, but perhaps the light will shine through.
your poem is just splendid…nice one
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I especially love your final stanza: “Of deceit, pain and guilt that will tug at her heart up and down her life”
– such can be the result of a bad decision made xx