Oh my brittle heart
This must be so hard
When, you ask me, about taking
possession of that House of Numbers;
The one where the actors in sleeping exile
Listened to their unsung swan songs.
They must have been thin men
Hunted looks and worn out faces
after their careers took a crash
And I realise that they are but
Ashes of us
In a different place;
Our hopes, our dreams
Our fun, unreal mantras. . .
Meg gaped at him, open-mouthed in awe. That was splendid!
Now, how do I work in Julian’s eyes and Wheatfields? wondered Dorian
Word count: 100
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge
This Friday’s picture prompt is given above
Writers must attempt a piece of fact/fiction/poetry in 100 words or less
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