The master

Both beautiful and fragile
she dances on the edge
verging onto chaos
clinging to the ledge

a lean to one
is certain doom
the other lasting life
and still she sees the words
being carved upon her tomb

inside her soul the mayhem sleeps
and theres peace within her mind
yet darkness is her master
seeping through the hands of time

Your very talented Sara

I liked it to.

that was a very nice poem sara,how ever i heard one similar to that 15 years ago from a friend who is no longer with us.hope it was just words and not what you think of life.a friend to all george

what lies beyond

shoes click down the vacant hallway
rows and rows of doors
behind the glass
dim unlit rooms and rooms
perhaps a hidden exit
or second entrance
unto more deserted walkways
it has been a while
since life was here
even remembrances all decayed
almost all the light is gone
here at the end
the cul-de-sac
has eaten the last fading eerie glow
next to the final unopened door
it's locked
and no one knows
where is the key
or can recall
what lies beyond
darkness

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i enjoyed your poem, sara
very much
it inspired "what lies beyond"