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Monday, May 24, 2010

From the Inside

Filled with flames,
daggers, knifes, and swords.
Not warm flames,
not soft, welcoming light -
but, what is light?
uncomfortable, and erratic.

Those around me, feel
what matters - life soon
shuts another door.
Cold - Bitter long ago -
Isolating faces, cruel,
not vanishing by light.

Dreams possess a
wall bruised from the

I want to fly…

Lessons never learned.
Mother died, tomorrow -
years ago.

Stayed by her
wiping blood
dripping off her chin
down her neck,
no way - mother talked,
not then.

Flames and daggers of
night, arrive in an instant,
a radiance of natural
light from death, unlearned
from the inside.

Nancy Duci Denofio
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