Death
follows me closely
while life
retreats into shadows
shunning
gnarled fingers
of winters hand
My heart
palpitates a lonesome song
A ponderance of youth
yearning days of old
Where children play
in bright summer fields
and laughter
is caught
in the bubbles they blew
lifted with the wind
bursting of sunshine and giggles
covering the land in smiles
And as the scent of moms apple pie
sent children scurrying home...
I can feel death's chill
twitting my memories
mockingly reminding me...
that my home
is with him now
And as my eyes
fell silent
and my heart
cease to beat
into
the
shadow
i
descend
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
