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The awaking

' one is dead, but not forgotten.
A name lived on when the body is rotten'

This is the rhyme that has been whirling
in my head. Night after night.
As I toss and turn in my bed.

As I toss my head
I feel the movement of
the undead opera
under my feet

As the black harvest moon arises
the tossing and turning get worse.

I sense the hot breath on the back of my neck
Faster, faster they run

I feel blood dripping in the corner of my mouth

Please whoever you are
unlift  these eyelids

I do not want to feel the
blood any more

I do not want to feel your wrath
any longer...

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  • PerVirtuous
    July 31

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    Very dark and well constructed. I do not understand the meaning of "Unlift these eyelids." How do you "unlift" something? Just wondering...


    • moonlitanime
      August 9

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      i think

      I think when you are dying anything can happen your body and imagine this person forcing their self not to look at their no decaying body so that person have have some dignity in self vein.

  • Mystifying

    Captivating this poem struck me in a weird way, slowly bring back a memory that has long passed. Good poem I love it
    Good luck in the contest.



    • moonlitanime
      August 11
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      thank you

      thanks for the sweet commit I am so glad that you loved my poem so much.

  • o0o0o0o
    Shivers up the spine!
    *grabs my blanket and hides in the closet*
    A scarey write indeed!

    • thank you

      thank you so much for your kind comments and I am glad that you have enjoyed my first published poem

  • well thats a ciller indeed i would be under the quilt with my dog by me if this was happened tossing and turning well mmm say no more on that thanks for entering the comp and good luck . sleep with the light on tonight .

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