Stuck within the Walls of her Future and Past

She argues with the wind on departure,

Watching as it scurries through the leaves of the trees,

Tomorrow is set to dawn in a whisper of colour,

Fused with the scent of yesterday’s breeze.

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Her stomach twists at the notion of life’s hiccups,

Swishing and buckling in upheaval and stress,

Until her mind overrides the torrent of shivers

Rippling along her spine in sheer duress.

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Shadows flounder in her heavy footsteps,

The miles stretching from the memory of her past,

Her fractures, her failures, her lessons upended,

Future marathons to be run just as fast.

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The prickling of the icy humidity upon her fair skin,

Burns in contrast to the lightening of a new day,

Seldom worshipping her beauty and rareness,

Cuddled in the arms of the sun’s burning ray.

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Tears fall in a waterfall of unending grief,

Held back for far too long,

The release charismatically freeing,

Reminding her of where it is that she really belong.

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It’s those long dark halls made of grime and pain,

That encapsulates the heart of the sweetest reason,

Sauntering her way through the darkest of darkness,

Determination abound as she rolls with the season.

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Footsteps wander behind her, following in her wake,

Invisible to her quest when she tries to fly,

Her wings have been scorched until they’ve rusted,

Thwarting her ability to kiss her lover goodbye.

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Seldomly random when dishing out her punishment,

Sculptured in precision as black as an ace,

Scolded by any hero of trusting worthiness,

She hides behind her veil so they can’t see her face.

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Gunfire echoes from the distant future,

Causing her to hightail it and run,

Destruction her fortitude in absolute awe,

Crushing her enemies before they even begun.

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Screams hollow the dreamscape of her greatest nightmare,

Savouring the unspoken word trapped under her tongue,

She scrambles to beat the wisened fight mode,

Letting loose the songs of sorrow that burn and stun.

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She struggles with the depth she harbours anew,

Whispering to her demons quietly on the sly,

“Is there a reason you leave us stuck within these walls of the future and the past?

Because, it makes absolutely no sense and you leave me to wonder why.”

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