In the distance
The church bells ring
Through disconcerting fog
And quiet city streets
I walk the cobblestone
Sideways
Absently unaware
My heart beats quietly
Violent wind rushes past me
The screams I hear
Are not of the dying
But of the dead
I ask myself
Why I do this again
Clutching a cross
Close to my heart
The bells ring
Loud and clear
Shadows move beside me
Closing in
The air goes still
Like the fraction of a second
Before a storm hits
My heart
Stops
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Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.
