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Pale Rider
by Alisa Jsshe walked with her head hung low
in a crowd of hundreds, maybe more
strands of chestnut fell against her wet cheeks
no one noticed the seeping stain, bright
or the gushing of blood where her heart used to beat
careless walkers of doom
dismal takers of all that was surreal
sadness wrapped itself around ...
there was a time before time when laughter was real
happiness called her realm home,
anticipation sang it's seductive tune
and she was a vision in smiles,
for days and even months
her world transformed
love found a home
eternity looked bright ...
tell me again of the warrior who rides
on that pale horse from hades
listen, I hear something
or, did I?
quick, before the moon howls
my slow demise
and I roll to the other side
where darkness is daytime
and daytime is naught
for strangers like me who don't belong ...
10/20/2007 Author's Note: I am burdened with this cloak of sadness today that permeates my heart and I don't know why...these emotions cloud my soul
Posted on 10/21/2007
Copyright © 2026 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhonda Maneki on 10/22/07 at 06:06 PM It's haunting and beautiful. And yet, to write, to express brings clarity...Your soul is unclouded, perhaps your heart or mind is resettling, as we so often do in life. We think of things, resolve things, resettle our emotions. You do it through writing...
Beautiful you!! I love you, for being able to work out life through art, for who you are and the uniqueness which is you.Love, muchly.. Rhonda |
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