Tuesday, 3 January 2023

Snow Angel

 


My last shred of hope snaps; that single

dangling thread of sanity holding the heavy

mirror looking back at me. Now it shatters.

Smashed glass memories litter the floor 

with sharp painful splinters. 

Romantic dinners and sea view walks.

 

My hands bleeding ruby droplets, over that 

one last strand of the life I once held,

over the jagged edges of drives 

and lakeside nights.

Surprises I already knew were coming.

Sunsets and sunrises we saw 

with rose tinted eyes.

Now the blood turns them

into toxic skies.

 

I turn to see

the whole thing collapsing,

like a house of cards.

The walls, the furnishings, the ceiling.

I'm left grasping, Downcast

as they all fall down around me,

tears mixing with the rubble of past.

 

Dusty memories at best,

already becoming distant as they flow

into the air like birds leaving the nest.

I lay with a tear in my eye.

A snow angel

amongst the debris,

the wreckage

of this old version of me.

 

 

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Kyle

 

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