The Other Side: My Reflection
By:Spekz
Footsteps waltz darkness
Over less than inviting
Sands. Riverbanks invest work
Stamped on the hands of the used.
Souls stripped, they work by force
And live in the state of mind.
Allow the river waters to flow
Washing away reality.
Gentle serenity embraces feet
Anchored in pebbled floors.
Nature strokes; a subtle macerate skin
Where what lies beneath the surface
Flows the incantation of heaven.
…beauty.
Above the horizon reflects
a worn existence.
Charcoil ashed humanity wades
Reluctant; Paced at heart with sorrow
Woven carriages become collective
Hats, shading the eyes of labor.
Tainted sight looks a hue of loss
Fading to a kept self, meshed with fear
Stares inspect the portrait eyeing back.
But perfection remains hidden
Weary lives live on the side of reality.
Below the horizon rests
The opposition of this life.
Nights wake no sleep
Eyes shut hiding silent cries
Praying for a promise
To shoot hope by the stars
Wishes taunt them to fall
But above the river only
Flows eternal hurt.
If only I could hide under
The clear water springs.
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