Beneath The Cold

I can see

Through your disguise

Stony affectation

Of icy regard

Beneath that

Frigid exterior

Lurks a burning

Refrain

Buried deep

Beneath layers

Of molten pain

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Sharp Sting

She plunged

Feet first

In shallow waters

Found the current

Light and swift

She laughed

Delightedly

As she frolicked

In its clear

Silvery haze

Humming

A merry tune

And skipping

Haphazardly

Toes digging

In golden

Fine sand

Aimlessly

Navigating

Its brightly

Shaded maze

On she romped

Boisterously

Blind to the

Murky waters ahead

When a sudden

Pain grabbed her

Legs screaming

In sad regret

She collapsed

Not far from

The tombolo

Her arms held out

In belief

A final

Stinging spasm

To remind her

The lesson

Lest she forget

To keep

Her eyes open

For not only

In these waters

Are sharks King

Many others too,

Though common

And quotidian,

Have a sharp sting

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A Well Without End

"Where you tend a rose, a thistle cannot grow." - Frances Hodgson Burnett 'A Secret Garden'

I stroll

In lush gardens

And hidden paths

Golden beams

Raining down

Sprinkling

Dappled light

Through the seasons

Of change

Plucking weeds

Along the way

Hidden

Between roses

And daffodils

Watered with hate

Rooted in anger

And fear

I cast them

Into the well

Without end

Hoping

Against hope

To never

See them again

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