Barbara Crane

Life is all but a shadow is the dead of night
Darkness smothering and cold surrounds you
The past is what you hold onto so in the darkness you’ll remain
Flickers of light
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Life is an ebbing tide
pulled
to
and fro
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Freedom
A dream of no control
Everything as you want
No more pain
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What is white?
A pure soul,
The beginning or the end,
The color of angel wings,
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An air of sleep descends
And my nightmares begin
All the secrets that I hold
And all the lies I've told
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Deep, dark, rich, ruby, red,
Blood
Staining the clean, white, pure, cloth
Caused by you
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I'm waiting for one last sunrise
Before I create my own demise,
I brought a knife along
And,
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A twilight glow
A rivers flow
A bird’s call
A frosty fall
...

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The sunrise fills you
with a sense of calm
the oranges, pinks, reds, and purples
swirl in perfect harmony
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The tale of a soul forgotten and ignored
Her screams where not heard
The blood not seen
The bruises covered
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