Poetry Tuesday – Turn Out the Lights

A single dewdrop from a dying rose

Falls to my cheek,

Joins my tears in almost

A kind of relief.

This forever sadness looks so simple:

I am hidden in the dust blown aside.

How can I say otherwise,

But the complexity of my world–

Overwhelming.

The rainbow of the sunrise

Over the northward ice-peaked mountains

Bothers me somehow.

This new light blinds my narrow vision.

There is no point in starting anew

When my whole life is already dead.

As I told you for the last time–

But oh, it was incredibly difficult.

Your hair brushed against my cheek.

Your warm lips touched my cold heart.

But no–I can’t.

Please, turn out the lights.

Stop the pain,

And turn out the lights.

written in 1999

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Author: Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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