Tuesday, August 9, 2011


NOW
By Jacque Pickett
Shadows in water,
Dreams drift away
From the reach of memory.
Light seeps through the tightly closed doors
Of the mind,
Relentless, invading the darkness,
My darkness.
What we were, who we were,
Gone.


© 2011 Jacquelyn Pickett
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  1. AnonymousAugust 25, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    I love this. It is so evocative in so few words.
    Good Work.
    Mary

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