Ghosts Of Broken Paths

What haunts us in our dreams...

S

lithering on the murky ground,
tearing at the seams of her midnight colored silk,
a time-traveling charade of clocks
ready to strike the heart.

E

ach a broken memory,
a minuscule relic
of inconsequential significance,
cluttering the trails.

A

tormented illusion
where forgotten dreams
dwell in the depths of
ones disturbed mind.

W

atchful eyes,
eclipsed shadows,
observe the disoriented figure,
her steps crushing the past.

I

ntricate designs,
indistinct obscurities,
whispers of invisible ghosts,
surround her shattered mind.

U

nimaginable number of paths
none of them leading
out of the maze,
to sanctuary of reality.

L

ost, feeling desperate,
a scream waiting to escape
when memories rouse,
ushering phantoms in their wake.


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