The Dark Path ~ A Poem

I do not own the picture, I found it on google. I think it’s beautiful and matches the mood, tone, and words of the poem.

The path I tread,

A familiar step.

A slow slide.

Lonely and dark.

A pretty puzzle.

The mask is back,

An intimate slip of lace,

The caress of a buried enemy returns.

And blocks the sunlight.

The facade cultivated over time

Will haunt me forever.

~ Author ER Pierce

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