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 Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 9:41 pm
Raindrops on the windowpane
Slowly disappear
Sunlight through the sheet of rain
Makes the image clear
Staring at the scenery
Suddenly I see
Peaking through the greenery
Beckoning to me
A velvet rose, dressed in red
Growing near the ferns
A spark of life among the dead
The kindled fire burns
Standing among the tombstones
In the chilly breeze
Haunted howls and ghostly groans
My troubled soul they seize
Stone cold and statue still
Reaching for the flame
Outstretched fingers yearn to feel
The heat for which I came
The softness and warmth so dear
That it radiates
Against my skin as it nears
One touch is all it takes
Fingertips brush against it
The petals oh so soft
Does not last but for a bit
Before it comes off
Stunned by my bitter cold touch
Lifeless it’s become
Oh to feel! Is that so much?
My soul has grown numb
Like everything else in life
Something distinguished
Love and hope and fear and strife
Winter extinguished
I yearn to feel anything
Anything at all
In the distant, church bells ring
My time has come to fall
To the soil, my newfound bed
Among the bones of kin
My soul, along with the dead
Rests besides the sin
Six feet beneath I’m buried
Underneath the grass
All around me things scurry
To and fro they pass
Here I will lay
Here I shall sleep
Til the break of day
My soul this world will keep
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 5:54 pm
Oh, I love this! It's a bit sad but at the same time, I feel like the narrator almost accepts their fate.
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