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Too Late

ghosts of the past  
writhe out of the ground
in the falling mist of  
spring rain whispers  
petals strew at your  
feet beside your crown
amid silhouettes in old  
and faded pictures  
 
you roar like a wild  
dragon tangled in a net  
the sweet breath of  
the north wind sings
dancing shadows you  
can’t seem to forget  
given to an ancient fear  
and all that it brings  
 
I’d love to crawl in your  
head and behind your face
to see your pretty world
through slivered eyes  
the rhythms drift slow  
and sweet in this place
your forced laughter  
is a thin disguise  
 
untangle the dark and  
wretched mysteries
open doors to things  
best left in the past
you shudder and crumble  
in little victories  
and look into a mirror  
that’s been smashed
Written by Poetic_Quill (Mister Write)
Published
Author's Note
Video courtesy of Def Leppard and YouTube.

I’m lost in spiration....

One of my favourite songs from one of my favourite bands.
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