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Amber (Part Two)

A (Second) Independent Production

By Conrad IlesiaPublished 5 months ago 1 min read


Drinks on the bar—

Confessions in the mirror;

Truth in the dark—

A lost soul cries out to you Amber.

She whispers her wants.


I hurt a saint I can’t forgive—

So lost was I in my place.

She gave me a love I never did grieve,

Giving within me a pure heart of grace.

An undescribable burn—

An indecipherable turn.

Her soul cried out to me,

Her reality a set of three.

(Confessions near a dark stained glass.)

Amber: our drinks were always in the past.

She told me once

Of a man who left the many to find the one,

Of a decision that changed the end.

He lost his only life to a narrow path she won,

A path to an eternal light forever to spend.


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