Remake of the poem I lost a year ago.
XLVI
MISSING
Midnight skies, cold bonfires
Twenty miles away
Icy blankets, pool of tears
Sleepless yesterday
Motionless at the edge of the cliff
I sat, thoughtfully thinking
Of memories that once prevailed
That has rendered me hopelessly dreaming
All my consciousness torn apart
Re-stitched and re-sewn and restrung
Pictures sting a redundant pain
To which I had hopefully clung
A legacy of doom awaits me
At the end of the crimson path
Yet still, I am dragging this heavy heart
With the strength of my aftermath
My pencil, the key of comfort
Awakened me from the numbness
That crawled and cringed and chastised
And opened me to darkness
Below is the great fulfillment
A paradox of success
Without further hesitation
I dive with all address
Midnight skies, cold bonfires
Clouds all black and gray
Icy blankets, pool of tears
Missing, gone away
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A Collection of Poems
PoezjaThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
