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Obliterated Pains
June 25, 2015
Shattered glass on the ground.
Still silence obliterates sound,
Join on the trail of my ball gown.
Hall of mirrors all around,
Chilling darkness leading down.
Discarded reveries are only found.
© Hadley B., Marblehead, MA
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Maculate_Dream DIAMOND said...
on Jan. 30 2016 at 3:08 pm
Beautiful, rhyming is excellent, very impressive. Enjoyed it through every line
Thank you for your advice, Let me explain why it's short. I as the author I'm trying to show you how your mind is when unsure or near to putting aside information. If I didn't present it in this way,then you can't focus on the meaning of the poem. Which is forgotten thoughts, information, or dreams, looks like.
ThePoeticJustice PLATINUM said...
on Jul. 7 2015 at 12:48 pm
I'm not really sure where to take this, it's longer than a haiku, but really rather short. It's a good poem tho. next time, be more descriptive and lengthy a little lol good job all the way
This poem is based on an entry I put in an English journal long ago. I spoke on what my darkest points of life look like. From my mind's eye I traveled through a hall of mirrors, cold chipped stones paved around with a cracked and chipped fountain. The fires of my mind destroyed the memories burning them to ash.
The photo is not my own, keep in mind.