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[title] => Lament of the Separated
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[bodytext] => PART I The black angel takes your hand and leads you away Its wings of fire beat a gentle arc, swirling patterns of flame I hear the murmur on a breeze, Is it my name I hear you call? The perfume smell still lingers on the evening breeze. As I stand In the spot where I last saw you. Felt your embrace The light from the window casts shadows on the wall I’m sure I can still see your face, in the darkness I dream At night I sit and stare at the stars up bright, like diamonds pure Now just the wind my company as it I sit alone on a bench As it brushes past my ear with a sigh, Is it you I can hear? The night birds sing their lament for the departed, the separated PART II Sitting in the bath where I can get some peace at last. The sting of my wrist fades to a dull throb as the water ebbs crimson. The phone is ringing but I can’t take that call, I’m on a journey to paradise. Life like a sandcastle on the beach; eroding. The photo falls from my trembling hand. The image of you in the garden shoots through my mind like a needle piercing skin. The sun beating down on your face with the smile that could ignite a thousand candles. I twist in the red pool of misery as the pain charges in with renewed vigour. The blackness erupts all around. My breath slows to a drawl as I reach out into space grasping for someone, something, for you.. Then Nothingness [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => adsalamon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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