Death a perfect stranger came,
He stood beside me in the sand,
Do not fear, I am kind he said,
as he gently gripped my hand...
He smiled, we laughed,
for days we talked,
our friendship grew into years,
I loved him from the day we met,
he always stayed and dried my tears...
Of broken hearts he sat with me,
his arm around my waist,
no need to yet come home with me,
you have hours left to waste...
People came and went you know,
but death was always there,
waiting like a perfect love,
when no one else would care...
One last time she broke my heart,
I could no long bear the pain,
I reached out, sweet death was there,
We stepped into the rain...
The wind blew hard,the water cold,
my blood slowed to a crawl,
a warm familiar voice said come,
and we both began to fall...
The darkness it surrounded me,
The thunder filled my ears,
a hundred million moments lost,
a lake of bitter tears...
My memory regreted,
all the things I'd left undone,
forgetful,selfish moments,
days lost to a setting sun...
It was rest that I really needed,
freed from my own demanding ways,
questions, no more answers,
only nights, no more days...
I was blind,
I could not see,
my own creation,
dark reality...
where am I now,
I can not tell,
silent darkness,
I'm locked in hell...
Author notes
Though it has always been my front page poem, I have never entered it in a contest until now. It just seemed...right~
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel Again by californiagirl.
800 points, ended March 13, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Hell by Danna Hobart.
490 points, ended November 20, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I loved it.....very nice
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Thanks for entering.
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I'm speechless. Well, probably as close to being speechless as I ever get
The images brought out by your well chosen words are vividly haunting. They sit within the mind long after reading and leave the reader in a state of awe. Thank you for sharing your words with me and best wishes to you in the contest. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use. 
♥ Touchof1der
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This was very powerful, and also true. It made me choke up a little because in your words, I found pieces of myself. The rhyme worked for this poem, and you did it well. Thanks so much for your entry and good luck!
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