Masquerade - Poem by Anh Lynn
Whispers dancing in the passing breeze,
Whispers, calling out my name.
I lay alone, longing to hear your gentle voice,
Knowing I shall never be the same.
Shadows lurk within the night, seeking to devour me
I lay deep in the darkness, unable to reach out,
unable to rise, to feel, to live.
Unable to touch you.
Promise to return to me,
Come and hold me close again
Open my eyes and heal my wounds.
Cease the flow of blood that covers me,
And make me whole once more.
Kiss my cold lips and give me your breath
Let it flow through me and grant me respite
From this endless masquerade
And life of living death
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