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My Visitor
Contributed by
Pe6o
on
Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 11:50:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I see you standing,
Waiting not far away
The gentle breeze,
Blowing at your hair
You wait in silence
Thinking, dreaming, hoping, wishing
I walk towards you
The mild breeze caring your scent
Toward me
You turn around and see right through me
Your eyes filled with pain
Its not happiness to see me I ask
With tears sliding off my cheeks
You close your eyes
As I drift closer
It cant be true, you cant be real I hear
You speak with disbelief
I dry my tears and stop beside you
My hands reach for you, and you tremble
I wrap my arms around your body
I feel your body shake my own
You cry but you dont touch me
Five, four I hear you counting
Three I listen to your voice
Two, one
I see you standing, far away
With your hands over your face
The gentle breeze, blowing at your hair
You weep in silence
Thinking, dreaming, hoping, wishing
You walk towards me but you dont see me
You walk right through me and I cant stop you
I close my eyes
Now filled with pain
It cant be true, it cant be real
I see a headstone
With my name
Copyright ©
Pe6o
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2005-03-05 23:50:57]
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Re: My Visitor
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 5th March 2005 @ 11:58:45 PM AEST
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| Wow...There's so much emotion in this poem. The line repitition works well and the end was great. This is very well written. Nice work. |
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Re: My Visitor
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by xtremcalibur on
Sunday, 6th March 2005 @ 04:11:04 AM AEST
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| Geesh, remarkable. I have not experienced the headstone, but have come close. I see through your words and know I've been there. Good write. Thanks for sharing. |
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