Lilly Emery


Shadows Holds The Breath


Shadows Hold The Breath
Crushed by crowded's and lairs,
drowned by people
Cutting of the soul one goes,
Escaped from the dark to freedom,
off the train of lies one rise.
Homeward bound, paradise calls,
When it comes to the heart one listens
why another one falls,
Shadows hold the breath to ones death,
the warmth of Love forgives all.
Finally when the talking is spent,
Sweet quiet descends with hushed footsteps.
I felt funeral, in my brain,
The rustling wind gently sways the trees,
The chirping birds call out to heed.
Listening to my heart beat in harmony,
Death is a thing we all will soon see.

Lilly Emery

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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