Open Poetry #8 |
Wrinkles |
Emis New Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 1 |
Wrinkles The leaves fall gently through the autumn sky And they land on the ground so softly. Cold And darkness draw near, closing in on my Lone soul. I sigh with fragile breaths, yet bold With age. The wrinkles seem to hide my fear. My heart cries out, just screaming to be free. The voice yells, "Let me go!" Its loudness near, Yet seeming far. The time, I can now see, Is precious, and my clock has come to end. I sit not moving, waiting to be cast Aside. My body old, too weak to mend. The sorrow, pain, and hardships all have passed. The tree is bare now. I take my last breath. At once I fall into the arms of death. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Emis~ Welcome to Passion's. 'I sigh with fragile breaths' A sad refrain among the fallen leaves from the tree of life. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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gem Junior Member
since 2000-07-18
Posts 39 |
I felt the person dying had the one thing that time doesn't take away from you.. Dignity. I enjoyed it very much. Gem |
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