Lined apart,
as a mile tear apart,
closer and closer,
above dunes and storms,
you rose above.
With no second to waste,
you near with haste,
like the falling sun,
the rising gloom,
you near me, soon.
I retract,
you re-track,
the line to track,
the shady steps,
of my fading self.
You perch on my doom,
with me reach of my 'sooner'
pricking akin a needle,
slow, pain filled,
tearing my soul
I shall rise, above all,
with you, by my side.
Question: What do you think is the writer(me, LOL) trying to imply? Who's nearing the person?
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Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
