Locked Without A Key

January 25, 2011
Enshrouded in the caves of the heart
echoing silence becomes unbearably loud,
the troubled days of regret are the pounding beats
the thuds of the sadly stricken
synchronized in time with one another,
remarkable triumphs and sinful memories are sheltered in dark crevices
remembered only as hallucinations of a time come and gone,
a return back to reality, an impossibility.

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Blanche54321 said...
Feb. 21, 2011 at 2:43 pm

Your deep thoughts expressed with strong vocabulary and imagery create a thought provoking piece of poetry.


Barb1948 said...
Feb. 17, 2011 at 11:44 am
Very good, Jillian.  You've inherited your talent from Grandma
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