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Shadowed Soul

I believe there are strangers
walking in my past. Friends I thought
I knew so well are now what I put last.

I see a field of golden grass
swaying in the wind. I feel
something wrong in me, but
where do I begin?

A haunted dream speaks to me
"go see what you can win"!
But where do I begin old soul?
There's nothing left within.

Something catches up with me,
a quiet flash of past.
The barrier built around my soul,
now broken as if glass.

There was a time when what I had
was all there ever was. Now all
that's left is memory,
and fighting for my cause.

Words that were not spoken
is what is left in mind.
Dreams that are now broken,
I'm dead before my time.

© Copyright, Naomi J. Rybakowski.
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