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A Dying Instant
by Trisha De GraciaHere I sit
I let your lashes flit
across my cheek
the tears, they stain the ground
you've slain my essence
everything I used to be
past tense, and all in you.
The fire's fed
I let the ashes
drift amidst
the crystals in the air,
and kiss the wind
That bites and whips
and knows I know
it all comes down to
this
one
moment.
suspense hangs off your features
I let your lips brush mine. . .
the instant dies
and wears away.
04/06/2003 Author's Note: fore-thought
Posted on 04/07/2003
Copyright © 2025 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/10/03 at 05:28 AM this is a haunting thought-fantasy. i love how you actually slow time down by giving 'this one moment' a line for each word |
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