Life Without A Horizon
The mornings break but bring no light,
A sky of ash, a silent room.
The clock ticks on in hollow spite,
Each second echoing the gloom.
Dreams lie folded, put away,
Like letters never meant to send.
The heart forgets another day
Could promise more around the bend.
Yet still I breathe, though colors fade—
A ghost of hope I never made.
The
Girl With The Mark
She walks beneath the watching eyes,
A fragile strength in steady grace.
A hidden storm behind her sighs,
A silent story on her face.
The mark she bears is not her name,
Nor is it all that she has been.
Though whispers try to spark their flame,
They cannot touch the light within.
She blooms despite the shadows cast—
A brighter dawn from pain long past.
Where Your Voice Once Lived
Your chair still waits beside the door,
A quiet space no one can fill.
The echo lingers on the floor,
A tender ache, a stubborn chill.
I trace your laughter in the air,
In corners memory won’t release.
Your absence hums a whispered prayer
That steals my sleep and robs my peace.
If longing had a shape or sound,
It would be you not being around.
KASIA DOMINIK
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