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When I close my eyes, I see how things were and what could have been so many images and sounds run through my mind Angry words followed by cri..

The sky is gray air is damp chill to the bone rain steady fixing to stay October sun limited tipping the scales toward winter colours sheddi..

Stained glass lamp sets off a warm glow heavy drapes block out the outside light Eyes struggle to adjust to the faint glow melancholy desires..

Passage of time is clear to me I feel it ticking by Mother no longer asks me if I have news My sister is a fuzzy image she’s remo..

I need something alive too much death around me lately soft scarlet petals reminding me of cups nature’s perfection vibrant with vital..

Slanted across taut canvas reed brown spills slowly hanging horizontal and still suspended and slashed by white mist smoldering ochre fog encro..

Fingers are like icicles furry mittens cannot warm them I’ve not known warmth ice water circulates within me See past my eyes into..

I want to harness the power of those rushing waters that thundering sound reverberating in my chest Cold crisp blues, icy whites cascading pa..

I’d forgotten that once I was happy once I smiled radiantly like sun sparkling on a pond I have memories of childhood laughter on warm s..

Two dwellings stand empty four walls without sound The same light spreads across the floor One’s past and future is apparent Yet ho..