Poem -

Spectre

Spectre

Scalpel sharp silent screams 
Piercing, puncturing
Cutting neatly
Through tracing paper thin
Fabric dreams...

Gunmetal grey shades of emotion 
A haunting spectre
In moonlit hours
A glint of blade flashes
A pale blue angel dashes

She's the heroine, the hero
Ensuring I catch my train of thought...

Rescuing repetitively
The secret to mental longevity
Depression nearly conquered me...

She's both my sheild 
And my sword... 

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Syd

Thank you so much Marion.

I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. It feels like a while since I've been able to think and write clearly.

Take care  - Syd 

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Cherie Leigh

Hi Syd..I love this one!  I think we all need that guiding specter...that is both sword and shield in our lives..when depression can overcome us....Pinned. There is such a strong presence of one who can save another's life simply by their own strength to face another's struggles and lend a hand.  xo ;)

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Syd

Hi Cherie, 
I'm really glad you like this one and thank you so much for the pin. Apologies for the late reply.

Take care - Syd xo

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Larry Ran

Our Dearest Syd,

Very powerful write, our friend.  It takes the readers to their very cores.  

The spectre kneels down
His ride searches for freedom
From all his demons

Peace and Love,
Linda and Larry xxx

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Syd

Thank you for your kind comment Larry & Linda.

The spectre kneels down
His ride searches for freedom
From all his demons

Brilliant words.

Peace and love also  - Syd xxx 

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Larry Ran

Our Dear Syd,

Brilliant poems beget "brilliant words" to honor them.

All our love,
Linda and Larry xxx

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