Shattered glass, a metaphor for the past
Of a moment spent with time at last
A heavy heart without an enlightened soul
This destiny revealed, my blood runs cold
Healing wounds come at a price
With a wound now opened twice
To piece together a broken life
And write your pain on the lines
Snow fall, with a prayer such scorned
That the waters bleed of a million thorns
I smiled, but inside, it was a lie
The angel on guard, now beginning to cry
There is no sun, hope turned to gray
This is the culmination, my final days
Take my hand and lead me home
As this love now turns to stone
Lay me down, my heart at rest
I have prayed for this, my death is best
In a world devoid of any glee
Death is the new path awaiting me
No goodbyes, at peace with this haste
But I wish I could remember how you taste
In the glow of a new morning moon
I close my eyes and dream of you
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I love reading your poems, you bring the meaning of them to life....Fav. line: "I wish I could remember how you taste"...
Obviously rhyming's tight, flow and rhythm's perfect....so an impressive feeling filled poem about hoe nothing stays the same, everything's passing but we so want to stop that sometimes...xx
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WOW I simply love the ending of this!
I think the twist truly made this piece. I wasn't expecting the "I close my eyes and dream of you."
Here I was thinking at a funeral or within a funeral site. Then the last stanza puts the image of someone saying goodbye to the day awaiting night to awaken to that whom they dreampt of.
Very clever
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