Myrah Carls Poems

Reflections on glass
tainted, haunted memories
sanity's anchor.
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It must have been the cold
that brought me back,
to a place in my heart
where you and I used to dwell.
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All I have is myself -
with all of my insane ramblings.
I laugh, I cry,
I sometimes stare in the mirror -
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Is there no end to this resentment,
to the seething anger that simmers below
the unseeming facade of a smile?
Threatening to boil over at the slightest provocation,
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Alone, in the silence of the night,
images run through my head,
the memories fill my mind -
of a time in the distant past
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I'm touched by the way a sad bird sings -
of how its melodies strum my heart
on silent strings;
the notes and chords reach my soul,
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I think I've come to the end of my line -
where feelings don't matter, neither does time;
fleeting images of what once was past,
I'm grasping at lost memories, holding on fast.
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Move on.
No more backward glances.
Move on.
Stop wishing for what once was.
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I will go where the moonlight takes me -
down paths I've walked before.
Shuffling along with feet bound to my heart
unitl the light reveals me,
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Resentment is the silenced voice
of imprisoned emotions,
struggling to breathe -
like fire in a closed glass jar.
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