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Fall of Petals
The mirror
spits bullets of time
at first slow fire
then rapid raking bursts
those telling shots
you never saw coming
decay relentless
and unforgiving
with one too many lines
poor grey hairs
wounded in the comb
Adjustments you feign
can't duck
the barrage of age
There is no cover
only fear
Glimpsing sideways
makes truth harder to recognise
even blind fingers
have no more place to hide
Then the day arrives
to admit disguise is hopeless
so you seek sanctuary within
your mind searching for beauty in spirit
you seize it
hoping you can hold on
until death's laughter
finally rings
tolls silent halt to your world
Published 30th Jul 2010
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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30th Jul 2010 12:27pm
"The day arrives to admit
disguise is hopeless
you seek sanctuary within
your mind searching
for beauty in spirit
you seize it
hope you can hold on
until death's laughter
finally rings
a silent halt to your world "
it's breathtaking
disguise is hopeless
you seek sanctuary within
your mind searching
for beauty in spirit
you seize it
hope you can hold on
until death's laughter
finally rings
a silent halt to your world "
it's breathtaking
1st Aug 2010 9:03pm
imagery used, to present ageing & death, an outstanding piece. Will definitely be reading this again :)
