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5d
Today we played, my friends and I,
In rain in the city streets.
We laughed aloud and teased our games,
Rendering our joy complete.

The sun came out and shared the town;
Seasons changed to warmth from cold.
Tomorrow, again I’ll meet my friends
To feel the water and the mood.

But tonight, I will dream of you.
To feel your voice in your breath,
And sense your eyes touch me
As I gaze into their thoughtful depths.

Moonlight plays in the city streets
Forming shadows as we run,
Confronting demons beneath the stars
While dawn in the distance reigns.

We dream we share our secrets
Indiscretions and hurtful pasts
Told as gilded tales
By immoral sociopaths.

I share to you with confidence
One of my poignant dreams.
A tale of stirring fantasy
Where images are not as they seem.

Passage waits beyond the gates
Its doors are silent still.
Before them lies with all its will
A sordid, chilling tale.

Cold snakes coiled on soiled paths
They spring in naked truth
Biting hard at every turn
Retelling their violent youth.

Poised to prove their stranglehold
On phantom victims’ crimes.
It’s here we hide the willing sin
We’ve accepted many times.

My days have served to comprehend
These cords of velvet sin,
Whilst night comes as a saving fury
To cleanse my soul within.

As dreams become reality
Our thoughts embrace their role
And we resist the curse of others
Playing mind games in our soul.

Within me stays this silent stance
A constant holding firm
Amongst the ever-changing days
And nightly dreams and thirsts.

In times of almost madness
We hear the willow’s cry,
From these nightly games of memory
When they’ve heard our apt reply.

My past I’ve viewed with broken heart
As I’ve walked the vacant streets
I’ve cleansed myself in daily rains
Praying for final release.

It is here I hunt for solitude,
And here I find my soul.
I search my heart within myself
To learn what I have always known.

If rain is baptism for repentance of sin
And sun the reward for what I’ve lost,
Stars know solitude only in silence
As dreams prove my freedom at last.
Poem talks of overcoming the adversity and some poor decision in our youth and taking care of one's mental health.
Written by
Robert Moe  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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