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Cubes of ice

Held in my palm

Melting away

In the warmth of the day


Filtered sunlight

Illuminating the walls

Then darkening to a shade of gray

As the sun decides to quietly lay


Accepting change

As it comes

Resistance, a wasted effort

Brings only lingering hurt


Living in

A haunted memory

Scared to see

The harsh reality


Holding on-

A thought alien

Letting go

Is all I know




  1. the title could be ‘accepting change’!
    the words capture reality perfectly though 🙂

  2. Excellent. The chill starts with the first 4 lines

  3. Beautiful visuals.

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