Still Afraid
By Midnight Phoenix
Thrown away to a world unknown blanketed by beauty concealed in mist
So hard to breath so taken into the calm
The white noise caressing anguish
Purest hands softly climb through my hair
As I cease to fade
I beg her to stay, with touch so disarming so reviving
She turns away with a smile as I continue to fade
Dancing and gliding through the mist I follow
Watching her bright sapphire eyes
She pauses as I crawl nearer holding my last breath
Calling out to her as time slips to nothingness
No words come from my dry lips, only dust
As she fades away
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Copyright 2003 little nemo
Published on Wednesday, April 30, 2003.
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A former member wrote:
Obsidian would be my thought on this, black and brittle.
Good read
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On Tuesday, May 13, 2003, maddin foxxxy
(358) wrote:
"Calling out to her as time slips to nothingness"...been there...and sometimes still...beautiful poem indeed.