writes copious amounts of poetry

May 5, 2008 at 2:34 pm (poems)

with a dying breath

in the confusion and aftermath
lingering traces of sweetness on his lips

“whence it came” he wonders;
drowned out by the soulful thunder
howling winds and flashes of light;
hurled down from the heavens with might

alone, he knows only emptiness and dread
preying on his soul; a vulture unfed
numbness and coldness taints
beyond the point of worldly pain

he gazes up at the sky for a last time

what a beautiful night

his eyes lingers;

glazes.

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