Viola Grey

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Slight Obsession With The Immortal - Poem by Viola Grey

A smile catches my lips
as I stretch. Rise.
Sleep finally vacates
it's hold on my limbs.
I'm ready.

The last dying light
paints the sky
with rose dipped circles
of forgotten gold.
I'll wait.

Dust from my catacomb
is washed by night's breeze.
You ask - 'Are coffins true? '
Unfortunate, but necessary...
and quite relaxing.
You shiver.

In just one night
all I see, smell, taste,
lingers longer than love.
Heartbeats fade,
surrendering life.
I smile.

Bittersweet tormentor
chasing me home
to the earth of my chamber.
I dream of tomorrow.
With life on my lips...
I'm satisfied.


Comments about Slight Obsession With The Immortal by Viola Grey

  • (9/19/2008 3:24:00 AM)

    A nice window into the dark life of an immortal (Report) Reply

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  • (6/16/2008 6:45:00 AM)

    How deeply wonderful your obsession is. You could not have written any better. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 15, 2008

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