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Shadows of skin
by Sam RobertsEven the luckiest girl will fall.
The ashy pigment crawling around her face
A bemused spreading of fate,
Is the death worn grin, shadow of the torturer.
Forming intricate webs,
Across the failed heart.
And gathering the poison,
To spit it back out.
The emotionless painting; my human flesh
Always the abstract failings.
Where long, once tangible dreams,
Die quietly.
As if they had never been mine at all.
Stolen by a heavy current,
Washed by my shadows of skin.
05/07/2005 Author's Note: recently pale
Posted on 05/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Bradd Howard on 05/10/05 at 07:54 PM this is awesome... (what a generic word to describe this but it was the best I could do right now) love your word choice and imagery... great read.. Bradd |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 05/11/05 at 06:29 PM Very very impressed. The whole thing is beautiful. :) |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/12/05 at 03:18 AM Time and life marks everyone. Eventually we all fall to the scythe of time or the effects of living. Great read with lots of ways to read it! :) |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 05/19/05 at 05:32 PM This is beautiful. I love the title. |
| Posted by Sophia Grace on 12/27/07 at 03:43 PM This is really gorgeous. I love the second stanza, it grabs my attention immediately. |
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