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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
585
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
How I ...
Author's Notes: This is my first atempt at publishing a poem, please let me know what you think of it. Thanks a lot.
How I’d like to feel satisfied , at least this once .
Everything I lie my eyes upon seems to be withering .
And then I find myself unable to look out the windows of this wretched soul .
Unable to kiss the clouds , my limbs lie numb and cold on the bridges of unconsciousness .
And I can’t help but ask the still smouldering firmament if this was what I had been asking for .
The answer is easy ; or so the stars tell me .
But everything reaching through my senses seems to fade away ; a dying memory reminding me future minutes of days now passed .
But now at least I know that not only in my dearest dreams I am my worst enemy .
“Now tell us” , the trees whisper against my neck , caressing my soul .
… tell us …
For everything might rise from time to time , though ashes remain intact .
Please R&R?, thanks!
How I’d like to feel satisfied , at least this once .
Everything I lie my eyes upon seems to be withering .
And then I find myself unable to look out the windows of this wretched soul .
Unable to kiss the clouds , my limbs lie numb and cold on the bridges of unconsciousness .
And I can’t help but ask the still smouldering firmament if this was what I had been asking for .
The answer is easy ; or so the stars tell me .
But everything reaching through my senses seems to fade away ; a dying memory reminding me future minutes of days now passed .
But now at least I know that not only in my dearest dreams I am my worst enemy .
“Now tell us” , the trees whisper against my neck , caressing my soul .
… tell us …
For everything might rise from time to time , though ashes remain intact .
Please R&R?, thanks!