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Descending, Into Balance

I feel myself descending

Into the abyss of my mind

It’s cold and dark depths


I had felt their cold fingers

Not too long ago, but

Hadn’t wanted to accept, to


The hourglass is empty

It’s sands run dry

Suffocating me as I strive to


I cannot see the meaning

Of this game of chess

The turns had long past


Yet I continue to exert

All effort, to resist the draw

Of a loss that has, my mind,


And I will hold fast

To memory and to faith

Moving through life to again find



© Ruth P. – 2016

No part of this work may be reproduced.



An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

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