A collection of poetry written by
Sheri Hyden of the IRIS Art Club.

She Is
Jaded Smiles of Innocence
Mystery




She Is

      She is "A part of"
            As far as my memory retrieves
                  She has always been.

                    She is...fading away.
                          It frightens me..
                                    Inside.
                                                 
          She is.
                Searching...in a fog...
                    Fumbling thru the maze...
                      Finding only...locked doors
                          Her Soul...in agony wanders                                         
                               It's companion...despair.
                                  Mind aching...for relief...
                                      Dizzy from spinning in circles.

            She knows...she is...fading away
                She cries...from within
                      Wondering if the pain ever ends.

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Jaded Smiles of Innocence

      Jaded smiles of innocence
         Masque'ing lurid scenes of pain,
              Memories beyond recall
                  Reality insane

      Nearby in the distance
         Mixed confusion forces "will"
            While flaming towers of Ice
                 Freeze all 'Emotion Overkill'

      Bitter words unspoken
         Precious tears refuse to fall
            Aging with a youthful strength
                The Solitary Wall.

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Mystery

      The mystery of the grave...
            Calling out my name.
                  The lure of eternal sleep.

      No more trying...no more dying,
            Just Death.

      Yet somewhere in the distance,
            The "living" bekon me to stay...
                  To share tommorow's sunrise...
                        To feel the morning's dew...
                              In this mortal realm of life.

      My body feels the pain no more...
            It lingers on the brink
                  Comatose confused,
                        Abating my will...in a dream.

      Surreal perception in my mind.
            'Haunting Voices'
                  Returning to clutter my view...

            The curtain falls as the veil is lifted...

                  And the reaper sets sail for another shore.

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