for a friend after the loss of a close one which left her with such pain in her heart.
Walking alone in the coldness night
Feeling the air as it clings to the breath
Listening for sounds that whisper of death.
Counting the heartbeat of one all alone
Passing through rooms no longer a home
The scent of a presence, no longer around
The emptiness shattered by the sheer lack of sound.
The fear that is tangible, yet cannot be held
That bonds to the soul by an invisible weld
Hope though once cherished in the passing of time
Now just a memory, like a childs nursery rhyme.
Souls of the night, no future or past
Thoughts of redemption, now lost in the mass
Can life be so cruel as to strangle the cry
Of a soul in such torment, it begs just to die.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-09 at 16:29
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Tears in Time.
Treading a path, with no end thats in sightWalking alone in the coldness night
Feeling the air as it clings to the breath
Listening for sounds that whisper of death.
Counting the heartbeat of one all alone
Passing through rooms no longer a home
The scent of a presence, no longer around
The emptiness shattered by the sheer lack of sound.
The fear that is tangible, yet cannot be held
That bonds to the soul by an invisible weld
Hope though once cherished in the passing of time
Now just a memory, like a childs nursery rhyme.
Souls of the night, no future or past
Thoughts of redemption, now lost in the mass
Can life be so cruel as to strangle the cry
Of a soul in such torment, it begs just to die.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-09 at 16:29
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