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In Mourning
Contributed by
Ramsey
on
Sunday, 25th January 2009 @ 12:51:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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My head to his chest;
I feel a steady, rhythmic beating --
My heart -- out of sync --
must have missed a beat.
It is empty, lifeless.
The bumping, thumping, pumping
of red-hot, circulating blood
has come to a stop.
A deep, black abyss remains
under this too too sullied flesh
devoid of natural indications
of human existence
--and of love.
without love, without breath
denotes the finality of just being
This is what its like to be dead alive in the morning.
Bump,
Bump.
Bump,
Bump.
Copyright ©
Ramsey
... [
2009-01-25 12:51:19]
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Re: In Mourning
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 25th January 2009 @ 02:16:09 PM AEST
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i loved the ending, it worked really well. all in all, a good poem.
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