Listening
She is the only one listening
They might call her a simple cat
But she is her only true friend,
More faithful than any human
Her extra pair of eyes,
Smarter than a dog,
Faster than a jackal.
The old lady and the cat
One can see them everywhere
Never apart.
After a long painful day
She is the only one that sees
The effort it takes to simply walk.
In the end I think
They are not a cat and an old lady
But two angelic souls
Taking care of each other
Trapped in this concentrationary dimension
Called life.
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100 words
memyselfandela, 2013
Photo Source: Black and White
Secret
Layer after layer of oblivion
Covering charades and memories
All her colored feelings , the days and nights
Her poetry never heard and the loneliness layed by her feet.
Covering charades and memories
All her colored feelings , the days and nights
Her poetry never heard and the loneliness layed by her feet.
Fallen asleep after a yesterday with no tomorrow
In a life of no future, in a dream of no end
Hides her soul unable to tell
The time to leave from the time to forever wait.
In a life of no future, in a dream of no end
Hides her soul unable to tell
The time to leave from the time to forever wait.
Yet there you are, in front of this cold eternal gate.
Reach out your hand and turn the key
Bring her back to life, cast light on the shadows
Open her eyes, set her secret free.
Reach out your hand and turn the key
Bring her back to life, cast light on the shadows
Open her eyes, set her secret free.
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100 words
memyselfandela, 2013
This is my entry for Visual Dare
