Charmed Chaos
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Faceless
In the waking golden hours
as dawn creeps into the room
contemplating the amazing power
how turbid thoughts can consume
and leave behind in their wake
even more questions left unsaid
while you endure a soulful ache
old scars are fresh amid bloodshed.
As you fight like a cornered beast
against faceless enemy thoughts
you relinquish hope for any peace
and face the inevitable onslaught.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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This is intriguing.
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I love how you describe those thoughts as a “faceless enemy”.. they do gnaw at our conscience don’t they?
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Yes, they do. thank you so much!
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Sounds like many a sleepless night! Very descriptive.
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May the “turbid thoughts” find peace.
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I agree with Bev… the sense of sleeplessness.
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This is what happens when nightmares creep into the day. Love the way you spin this.
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Thank you Vivian!
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old scars are fresh amid bloodshed
As you fight like a cornered beast
against faceless enemy thoughts–
wow! well done.
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