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a new poem i just wrote....
The shadows are toying with me again
I look to my wall once more
Only to find that the shadows have transferred to the second wall
But what do these shadows have in store?
For me, their only playmate
I frolic in the fields of amethyst and crystal
Broken glass and sapphire that has merely lost its luster
Saffron and topaz, malachites and clarets
My world is full of colors that are free to roam throughout my mind
But alas, I am too greedy to share it
The shadows continue to pester me
They just wish to make a joke about my misfortune
But for one to give into these shadows is one that is weak
But not one so weak as to give in
But just one to shy and meek
The broken glass that I frolic upon cuts my bare feet
The rouge from my foot bleeds upon the glass
The sapphire, the saffron, and all the colors and stones
It all shatters beneath me, and I fall, and fall
Fall to a place where it becomes that I have broken all my bones
As to the weakness that became my bones
I was able to stand; my broken legs supported my weight
And I felt no pain, no pain upon my body, only a single bleeding heart
And it came upon my person, that I realized,
That the bleeding heart was mine, no where to start
Start pumping the ever so precious blood that maintains my body
My skin grew pale and icy
A freezing temperature, and I realized, that I must be dead
And to my horror, came upon a figure, a figure of shadows and crimson
He came closer to me; his piercing eyes filling me with dread
He pushed me backwards; I fell onto the broken glass
I expected to feel pain as the glass sliced into my hands
And poured its crimson contents upon its sleek appeal, but I felt nothing
I heard nothing
I saw everything
I saw what my fate was to become
I felt the light that once reside in me fade away
The shadow figure began to pull upon my life source
I still felt nothing, even as he scratched and tore,
Then this was forever my path, forever my course.
My eyes opened, the shadows were gone
But the shadows were never truly gone; they seem to disappear as the night turns to dawn
My forehead was cold and wet
My hands trembled like an earthquake
But the Nightmare Shadows haven’t had their way with me yet…
 Lullabyes · Sat Mar 24, 2007 @ 12:50am · 1 Comments |
