A White Light.
A shallow grave uncovered,
A mangled body of blood,
A bone twisted and torn,
A life washed away in the flood.
An eye mirrored in torture,
A grip tightened in foul play,
A mind innocent now strained,
A face shoved in the clay.
A vein severed by blade,
A place cursed and forgotten,
With thoughts it did rotten.
The story now has an end,
Stop digging he just might,
The soul has bounced forward,
Towards a shiny white light.
2007-12-20
12:42:08
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➔ Poetry
The more I read this one, the more I notice how I was feeling then, I love when poetry does that for you.
2007-12-20
16:58:41 ·
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