To mourn in death, or to die in mourning...who knows?
I am by your side, I see you, you see me
Still I mourn!
For the night will take you away until...who knows?
Do you hear my whispers in your shadowed ears?
What they really say...with thw fierceness of virgin lions:
"Will you hear me die when we say 'see you'?"
Barbaric are the songs that ignore us!
Whose soul will build a monument for me?
On the threshold where death began I wish to see it.
Let there be mourning in the streets where I threatened
To say your name in vain...when the moon wasn't looking.
And the poor messages...cry...cry!
In rags they tramp through the changing hours,
Tonight they have found your peering shoulders'
But their maddened eyes will not find you tomorrow,
Instead they will find me in the soil of red wine, upon which you are yet to gaze.
A contest entry
- round contest #2 by serenity silvermoon.
420 points, ended March 31, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Pain/Hurt/Life scars. Release your pain to me by LanguishedLad.
450 points, ended April 24, 2008, 55 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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What a strong and powerful and emotional poem! Almost send chills down my back it was so powerful. It seems as if I'm stuck in your shoes asking these same questions.
Wonderfully done. Keep up the good work
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