I walk on;
I walk on in solemn silence.
My chest still throbbing,
from the blow you have dealt me.
As I walk,
I traverse through the rain,
it drenches me to my core,
then it slips in between the two cold, broken halves I call my heart;
For some reason my feet refuse to more any more,
I tilt my head back, expecting some divine message,
instead, I watch,
Leaves, everywhere,
from all the birches and oaks.
The leaves swirl, and seem to dance in the wind,
felling s shutter ripple through my body, i manage to press on.
I walk on
I walk on in silence that is so morbid and depressing,
that it threatens to swallow me whole.
What do you think????
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"As I walk,
I traverse through the rain,
it drenches me to my core,
then it slips in between the two cold, broken halves I call my heart;"
um wow doesn't seem to quite cover it, It is just amazing.... I love the imagery in this poem....
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