Midnight Conversations
Stream of Consciousness
How beautiful it was
Those conversations with the moon
When I surrendered my secrets, and he adopted them as his own
Time and again he greeted me, drawing me closer to feel his warmth, leaving me feeling hopeful
Reminding me of my youth, when I was happy, naive and contented in shadowed truths
Spoon-fed and full
Lingering in my contentment, reality entered
Swinging open the door that contained my fears
Now, life's pressures weigh on my mind, like an invisible gas
Seeping poison into the air I gulp
Straining, gasping to fill my lungs, unaware that I am speeding my demise
Now, the moon is shielded in a veil of my own making and I find myself alone - again
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
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Comments (6)
Love the title of this and how you included such strong imagery!
Another excellent piece. And I love that pic.
Oh that painstakingly woven veil we make...
Wow, that image is disconcerting, and the poem is equally so! Well done, Kelli!
Great entry Kells
The image is great, and your words emulate the image.