Redemption

Melancholic haze of autumn’s ache whispers,

Beckons surging waves upon the ocean’s crest

Creating a dark mask of telling foreshadowing,

An unearthed, foreboding of overwhelming sadness -

Sending fleeting, withered dreams upon the wind,

Resembling leaves adrift in the vastness of my mind

As they drift to scatter across dying gardens in my soul;

A deep-seated sowing of life's emotional platitudes.

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I greet the masses, and I smile,

My mask placed firmly to block their curiosity

Whilst remains no cessation in my quest for

The evasive peace from prying eyes.

Strengthening, my melancholy wreaks havoc,

Draining and mummifying my soul’s river,

To reflect my long craved, thirst driven drought –

A need to touch the wind and escape it all.

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With the ache of autumn, a rise of murmurs haunt,

Mirror a lack and loss of all sustained hope.

Winter descends to lure me to find a new destiny as

It creeps and invades every dusty corner of my heart

With a raging river of ice, filling life's final cracks,

Boldly reaching an acceptance and a reckoning

Of cold petulance and encroaching darkness to overwhelm.

Frigid, ice infused waters crack and melancholy succumbs.

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Alas, my breath releases, surging uncaged with force,

A sigh so grand, it captures a depth of calming awareness.

My mask, now broken and dislodged, falls free,

Unfettering the damaged marble of my face;

I feel a crispness of the air in rivulets of freedom,

Carried on newfound, long sought waves of peace.

All melancholy is disengaged, lingering but for a bit to gaze

At a new mask wrought from fires of fate's dilatory redemption.