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the mystery precludes us
#WritcoPoemPrompt3
Turn every page
remember these clues
while you reach for the end
life measures that which we aprehend
time catches thieves
and steals back the clocks
the story you lead
is the follower indeed
perhaps the end is the beginning
depicting everything
from evil to winning
I sit and wonder
made up medafors
it identifies realms
of shapeless corridors
where no end in sight
in search for the meaning
the shape of something
trade for the screaming
for almost fits but
is a little too tall
casting a shadow
it's a little too small
and fools do they crawl
distant for such any and all
sharp words with no letters
carry the past that's never far
on the surface you wear the scar
voices hinder
proverbial spar
the bruise becomes battered
the pitfall of the par
vigils are like views
defenseless faces become a muse
touching nothing
igniting a fuse
deafness interrogates
sounding on ques
steep shapes
violet accuse
heroine darkness
pale sunlight
rescue and abuse
© WineCountryCopywriter
Turn every page
remember these clues
while you reach for the end
life measures that which we aprehend
time catches thieves
and steals back the clocks
the story you lead
is the follower indeed
perhaps the end is the beginning
depicting everything
from evil to winning
I sit and wonder
made up medafors
it identifies realms
of shapeless corridors
where no end in sight
in search for the meaning
the shape of something
trade for the screaming
for almost fits but
is a little too tall
casting a shadow
it's a little too small
and fools do they crawl
distant for such any and all
sharp words with no letters
carry the past that's never far
on the surface you wear the scar
voices hinder
proverbial spar
the bruise becomes battered
the pitfall of the par
vigils are like views
defenseless faces become a muse
touching nothing
igniting a fuse
deafness interrogates
sounding on ques
steep shapes
violet accuse
heroine darkness
pale sunlight
rescue and abuse
© WineCountryCopywriter
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