Behind the clouded streams
Of mascara and distancing dreams,
She barricades her soul,
And slips like static into the whole.
Just a face in the crowd;
A deal with death avowed.
Erratic impulses devour
Her faith in her final hour.
No longer can she comprehend
That God's will can amend
Her abbreviated term.
Thus, extending her foot from the ledge's firm,
She dives into the shadows.
The rhythm of this poem is super amazing, fantastic, and great. I mumbled it outloud and it just floooows! I love the imagery. Wonderful.
This is a 'super' poem. I like at the end how she dives into the shadows. It leaves room for an afterthoght. Good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly amazing, it just flows so smoothly