Shadows of Life’s Weary Dance
The curtains had been drawn asunder; split screens of sadness encroached on those stitched silence.
Published in
Oct 7, 2023
Cometh the hour,
Walked the man.
In his stiff gait,
Humdrum reviled in a bait.
Illusions devoured the eye,
Tears waved final bye.
In this frangible waltz, light is burning low. Long gone, and now it calls me to its embrace; in its cold embrace, those jutting out pieces of broken glasses strangely thaw my pain. The numbed pain and the spasms of remorse echo in me. Mouth sealed, they rebounded in me. My eyes see what many others before me see.
