Pleas and cries dissipate into ash,
intimacies merely walk past, a memorabilia, an oppressive lash,
the child simply stands in awe,
and the icy windows watch and thaw.
Her prescence, forgotten, or gradually fading,
acquaintances and warmth, sadness slowly cascading.
The wisp is a shadow, emulating others,
a past beyond redemption, her heart it smothers,
what once beat and lived, she will never be able to let go,
her soul weeps constantly but her blood will no longer flow.
She smiles, a tentative and accepting smile,
an innocent waif, though the world is vile,
mind as pure as the natural rain,
the shadow frees herself from her burdening chain.
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Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
