Abandoned #ThursdayDoors

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I fear my countenance now has changed,

the wear and tear of life has stained

my skin-

within

the cracks grow long,

what once so strong

now wounded, bleeding

as my soul pleading

begs for release from

time’s relentless march,

the Minutemen beat at the door,

I ask for just a moment more-

or two

with you.

Where were we when

began the end?

Why did we sneer

and jeer,

the thought that all might end

and no longer could pretend

still called this life so real..

I feel,

I feel…

abandoned.

Future is but a memory

and past has long forgotten me.

But this sweet moment

here and now

etched on creased

and weary brow

will for eternity be pressed

in memory’s book of

happiness.

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The Understudy

Behind the curtain,

beneath the lights

and hidden safely

out of sight

 

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she waits.

 

Recites her lines

with sheer perfection,

the moves and words,

her grand reflection

 

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of heart’s desire.

 

Her role it seems

fell short of dreams,

though happy she

tenaciously

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supports the cast.

 

They who shine

and intertwine

creating magic,

tender, tragic…

 

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’till bright stars fall!

 

The, blossoming,

she takes the stage,

her book of life

thus turns a page-

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she is newborn!

 

Glowing, growing

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her dreams it seems

all coming true.

 

She climbs the heights

to light the nights…

 

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as they who climb

are marking time,

taking their marks

like hungry sharks

they circle

and wait,

thus the fate

of

The Understudy.

 

Copyright words and images/CKP 2018