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Fall from Grace
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Prose Poetry
My guardian angels have fallen from grace
Just as I
The death of their beauty wilts and withers the soft white like blowing on the Dandelions
Watching the drift scatter and fall to the ends of the earth
Disappearing
Morphing before my eye into the skeletal deviations of daemons
They now have a new director
Death
Smiling in the presence of Death
Friends shimmer in the background
Always
I welcome them to bath in my own blood with each slice
This world has drained me - I'm endlessly empty
I am no more
Lights out.
What a blood curdling poem;
What a blood curdling poem; the world is so parasitic towards you and has drained you completly you are ready for death. What a sombre outlook, maybe the feeling is just fleeting, exhaustion usualy is. In your poem you have an excellent usage of words and imagery, although all very melodramatic. Loved your poem a good read.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Fall from grace
I could only wish this was fleeting...my husband has been the only reason I have not danced with Death again.
Thanks for reading and commenting. I was afraid it might be just too dark. But I really an like the walking dead.
Standing in a mad world of insanity as a walking dead.
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