|Dark Poetry #5|
|Acrossed the street|
since 1999-10-27Posts 125
Cincinnati, oh, United States of America
Gaze from behind
eyes that only in chance met
Clay is now stone,
endless moments ago it was quick.
Stillness abounds within, and around
Pressure alights in chemical fury
as sounds seep to escape
Vying against wisdom
a star urgent to be born
So the wise crumble,
Words form upon this lost man's lips.
The briefest moment of darkness.
The stone is broken, The soul ready to take flight.
Prefection slips by,
The sad man sighs.
Still born the star burst dies
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