Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

~dry~ - Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Absent, is the feeling
though it's growing deep within,
While dreams are up for waking
this day has reached an end.

Night towers long, encapsuling
a power to behold,
Entombed inside, seems barren-like
a pyre burning cold.

Now bring to me your weakness
and I will listen long,
Pretending you are grieving
but all the while grow strong.

I'll shower understanding
whilst you cry a cunning tear,
Then wipe you dry with laughter
as I defeat my fear.

2009 sinnaminsun

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  • (4/14/2009 4:40:00 PM)

    I found this wonderfully haunting, I read it again and again and will go back to it to squeeze out the layers of meaning. (Report)Reply

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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 16, 2009

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