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Monday, 1 July 2013

The Art Of Words Pt 7: Back & Forth

I had a dream
bound by chains
found a heart
turned to stone
the heart
brittle and dry
like roses
crushed between
my fingers
a reminiscent scent
left behind
the chains
that set me free
in reality
were no longer there
chaos
in my head
I found a heart
clenched
held it tight
spooky shadows
in the darkest 
nights
slipped through my fingers
no more
in my head
in my mind
in my dreams
in a dream
nothing was there
in my dream
in a fantasy
I found a heart
It was gone
In my mind
awake
in a dream
in my fantasy
in a reality
chaos
gone

Another that I had written awhile back...
This poem reads from top to bottom and bottom to top.


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