Poem By Robin Shuler

So send here woe,
hung all in black,
to wander until stars wane.

Why, brother?
Am I spurned as witch?
Yet, speech soon dies.

Illusions are futile -
shattered patterns docked.
Warm - but my body falters.

Mirrors of death reflected,
such was seen then,
Soon to gaze upon yon heights.

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You love to hate
-and hate to love.

But Living still feels like


Waking up
feels like dreaming
when reality becomes pretend.


Tell me something new
Just tell me something true...

You dance through lies like rain


Drowning in a pool of music -
every fiber toned to that melody -
she feels the rhythm in her blood.


Wiping the tears from her eyes
She softly whispers her last goodbyes.
So long to all those crazy nights,
Au revoir to all those rising lights.