The words drip
like melted wax
from an abandoned crayon,
left to burn
against the scorching concrete.
His eyes scream
a blistering, horrid sound
as the news
seeps into his ears.
‘Only a few moments remain.’
Her heart beats
an unsteady, vigerous
passionate rhythm
in the depths
of her failing body.
‘Thump. Thump. Thump.’
And the sigh lifts his
chest and slowly releases
it’s grasp on his mind.
Everything inside him swells.
She inhales,
feeling the fear,
the passion, the frustration
run deep through her soul.
A touch upon her heart.
And in that moment,
everything stopped.
Everything was forgotten
Everything was forbidden
Everything was forgiven.
All that was left
was the beats of their hearts
and the breaths,
in which they took
with pain.
They silently swore
they’d always be connected,
wherever they may be,
by the exchange of
tensed glances.
She felt the pull
of the disease calling her,
beckoning her into
the land where she
could be at peace.
Then, the spirit of life,
of humankind, of reality
swept her away
leaving nothing but
a bittersweet memory.
Slowly, he lifted
himself from the chair
in which he sat
closing his eyes and
inhaled deeply.
Continued on to
sorrowfully walk
from the concrete box,
with the endless, dreaded sound
ringing in his ears.
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Teacups and Pens
PoetryA collection of poetry from my mind. Take from it what you will.