Watch me rise

I've been underground,
I thought I was living,
Only to realise,
I was a corpse all along,
On lonely nights,
I felt you walk over my grave,
A soft wind that carried your name,
Touched me everywhere I'd go,
I was living in the past,
Holding on to time passed by,
Like a drowning man clutching at a straw,
Only to realise and let go,
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Your name a soft whisper on my lips,
Carried away by the wind,
Into vast nothingness,
Untouched,
Unheard,
You can't bring back the dead,
Nor can you force yourself to live like one,
I have to come alive,
You'll have to watch me rise.




Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2015-02-12 at 10:35

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Very nicely written! Beautiful imagery in the sort of resurrection of the soul. Excellent.
~Ashe
2015-02-12



Nicely done. Strong metaphor of death and renewal--the message of winter and then spring. Bravo.
2015-02-12



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2015-02-12