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by Jaydon Cole

Nowhere have I come again,
Alive in this dismal place;
Tomorrow's rain to plunder
All her tears from yesterday,

Silence echoes her silent grace.

Hollow, still I follow
Another formless shadow;
Alive now in her freedom,
Now absent of her sorrow;

Now restless in her martyrdom.

Elusive to the touch
Lifeless memory of her face
Underneath a past untouched,
Still I search this empty place,

Empty save her silent grave.


Posted on 02/04/2005
Copyright © 2022 Jaydon Cole

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mark Maxey on 02/04/05 at 02:30 AM

great job...loved how this flowed...kudos

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