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I Walk By
A lonely raven,
Limps past,
Clutching her,
Broken wing,
And darkness,
A Harbinger,
To her heart,
Beating out,
Poison,
Depth,
And Blood.
I see her.
A black burden,
Wearing on,
Her shoulders,
Like the night,
Demons,
More demons,
Digging deeper,
Calling death,
Calling tears,
Calling me,
To comfort.
I slow down.
Feel,
Feel the pain,
Feel the healing,
Feel the passion,
Feel the weakness,
Feel the music,
Feel the memories,
Feel.
I walk by.
I am not sure what you felt
I am not sure what you felt when you wrote this poem but every time i read it I get a different vibe.
The first time I was the one walking passed, just kept going, saw what it was and didn't stop. The second time, I watched as a figure whose face was in shadow walked by me, right passed. Didn't stop to see if I was okay, if I would live.
Im sorry if that made no sense. I loved this poem.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.
That is SO COOL! Sorry, but
That is SO COOL!
Sorry, but when I was writing it, I was trying to write it in a way that could be interpreted differently based on how it was read... and it worked :D!
Thank you
-M.
Suppressing pain into inspiration.
-Michael Osvald
had to read this twice to
had to read this twice to grasp it. i really liked the flow and the pictures i got in my head while i was reading. good job:)
The Princess in Waiting
Thanks! I wanted to let the
Thanks! I wanted to let the reader create their own phrasing, but I can see how that's confusing :P
Suppressing pain into inspiration.
-Michael Osvald