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Poetry By: Violet Vane

When everything seems superficial and elusive - original version was written when I was fifteen.

Submitted:Jun 14, 2011    Reads: 32    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Flowers of Solitude

and impersonal mementos,

four cold white walls

and curtains strung of gold.

Shelves filled with empty knowledge

pertaining to nothing at all.

It is the wilted bouquet of youth

and the saddened disappointment

of becoming old.

A past that never was;

a future that never will.

Slow Deterioration -

Dreams that have begun

to show the wear of Time.

Love that cannot save itself -

love that won't let go.

Life may lose its luster

but never ceases to glow

The glow of rare small hope

can be torture to the soul.

So torment grows,

gnawing at the edges of all things

enshrouding the soul in regret.

Until finally the moment comes,

when all is dark,

all is death.


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