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bitesize, creative writing, musing, poem, Poetry, prompt, short read, tanglee
Tangled
At last the end nears.
First the icy wind, and hail
Rode the dark clouds,
Now, it is a splash of red
Across sleepy sky.
Was it all a dream?
Your hand holding mine,
Glee embracing
Your warm face.
Now no reminiscence
Of what once was
An end, oh the bareness
Nothing about the memories…
Repeats.
Cruel frostiness – the path you trekked
Hold no more footprints
Stillness of the pond, yet
Crazy, that face is itched upon it.
That cold night…
There was no paradise.
Words tangle this mind –
Hostage, as always
Lost in the maze of thoughts
And without warning
The ground slipped beneath.