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Beloved Daughter
By Constance_
I am holding a bouquet of pink flowers
My dress is lovely
Hair
so raven, surrounds me
The wind drifts, lazily blowing across
A vast
sea of headstones
Swallowed up by mist and blackness
Pages of
the Holy Book flutter, slowly
Strange and lovely words falling
Silence . . . engults me . . . isolation
Grandpa is smiling, come,
he whispers
Little trickles of tears flow down
His wrinkled cheek
Daddy is next to me . . . why Daddy
Are you crying, you never do
Mommy and Grandma are weeping
Faces of those I love, float
I
feel like I am in a fog
Drops of tears fall on me
I want to cry,
but I cannot
And then all is darkness
And my flowers droop and
wilt
I am so afraid
And waiting
And I scream
The
Headstone reads "Beloved Daughter"
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Copyright 2010 Bleeding_Soul
Author's Note:
A fragmented dream ~~~Comments on "Beloved Daughter"
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A former member wrote:
The outside of the inside of the mind. Kool dream state poetry, I like....:)
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A former member wrote:
I liked it... Sweet in its sorrow, great piece, I drifted off somewhere in the middle with the way you worded the scene, nice job.
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A former member wrote:
Heartbreaking, though so perfectly beautiful. I loved reading this and look forward to more. Welcome to DP.
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