Timid and quivering.
Frightened once more by the darkness.
The cave of self looms and lures.
Hissing out in words spoken from lips.
Those once thought as delicate and kissed.
Cracks appear, and the light vanishes.
Heaving of stone, that misplaced affection.
An internal echo of loneliness.
What threatens was the dismantling of love.
Held behind glass to taunt and tempt.
But never touch.
I love you, though I see the dagger.
And I fear nothing of the after.
Only the fact I shall be there alone.
Havoc and Consequence 
An image that touched me deeply Mark
“Cracks appear, and the light vanishes.
Heaving of stone, that misplaced affection.“
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Thanks Ivor, i had to re-write that part a couple of times as it wasn’t coming together. Glad the seemed to in the end. I hope the affection comes back around, life is a circle after all.
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Yes it’s made round, to go around 🌞
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loneliness is an illusion, nevertheless what happened
real love can not be dismantled
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Nothing lasts forever.
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guess that’s percipience what Nothing implicates in your world and how I emphasize your words;-)especially the syllables
greetings to you
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