Dixie rapes me of all feeling but this:
that i was; until she;
woefully incomplete
there is an emptiness
that builds
that rages
that destroys
with the disappearance of she,
she that phoenix rising,
that bright light in darkness
and i, lost in the abyss,
cannot find the beacon of her lighthouse
but there is this
ever this,
that i, i shall never forget,
a single heartbeat,
or whispered kiss
or feathered touch
not from she,
no, not from she.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Brilliant poem
Raw and real. just how i like it x
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wow
this was a joy to read. it is expressed to artfully and rings true to the reader's ear.
whomever dixie is or stands for must have been quite a joy!!
wonderful write and i love its style and language!
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wooo
This gave me shivers girl! It's amazing how light and airy people can be when they don't care..
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