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senses
by Laura Doom
to stare
empty-eyed
at lost fragments of a day resigning
shapeless shattered pieces falling
jagged edges gleaming
as sunset bleeds its truths and harsh realities
furious and flagrant;
unevening sky pales
recoils in pain
burns immense and insignificant
light drips the fall of placid cheeks
the ephemeral transcends the physical,
waiting.
waiting..
waiting...
for you to breathe life into another day
is to spare my heart
10/10/2001 Posted on 10/05/2003
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/06/03 at 10:38 PM This whole poem is quite good... but the line "and burns immense and insignificant" really struck a chord with me. I found myself still thinking about it after the poem has been read. Great read! |
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