Alone I stood, with the darkness creeping,
Easily dispersing the light to form stars.
So many thoughts ticking through my mind,
My heart lim-ps along like a bro-ken me-tro-nome,
I will not wait for you, anymore.
With parted lips, I heaved a sigh of pain,
The burst of hot air escaped from my lungs and
Formed in smoky crystals that hung in their mid-flight,
On this solitary Autumn's mourning,
I lay upon the ground and closed my eyes.
Let the White Death, blanket my melancholy mind
With the chunks of clouds, falling apart
And floating down to overtake all of mankind,
Blurring my bruised skin in preparation,
For the marriage between Life and Death.
what a haunting read Lipstick! Much poignancy in that there pen today my friend! A wonderful write and worthy of a ten, I concur wholeheartedly with Doc here... HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem Lipstick, I especially like the last line, 'for the marriage between life and death' fabulous line. I agree with the two previous comments from Helen and Doc. Excellent piece of work Lipstick.--Melvina