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Sunday, August 19, 2012


ears drown to feedback fading with
the sinking sun;
dusk shouts the final stage of

dark filled grass helps
guide this second spirit as
cheeks fill with whispering dew

strange kingdoms reveal relative
faces turning fear thinking to a
monotonous release of the same

if reality has nowhere to begin the
fantasy of death, then
how do we begin to


contempt of fate;
trapped between judged veins
our shadows lie beneath with no light to
tell us our life

like dirty secrets
consummated by shameful blood
freedom is at an expense
bringing one day filled with

no cause for alarm
nor excessive worry, and
our shadows hang above us
creating our own angels

©Andrea Laws (Author) December 6th, 2013

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Reckoning

Questions arose in the beginning;
an unrecognizable moment

The pain hit hard enough to remain,
but left no bruise to heal from

A coffin now bestows who you are
covered in folded colors of blues and whites

A sight hard to see,
but a truth to be noticed

The touch of the wood is something that doesn’t splinter,
as I lean down yearning to hear you breathe

Accusations jumbled with memories,
and questions seem to be the only answer

What was it like to give yourself to the flames?
Is the dark all that dark?

©Andrea Laws (Author) 2012