A Journeys End.A Poem by Fireflythe passing of life.
Bright white, tears at your eyes.
Unable to move, unable to breath. Solitary, yet surrounded. This beautiful tragedy. Unacceptable, but undeniable. Agonising pain, followed by agonising numbness. We are warm, and yet feel nothing but cold. Our hands, still in place, iehter side of this tablet. Wimpers echoe through this hell. All cut to a singular sound of an exhale, but no inhale. All these feelings fade, disperse into the dark. but which you first thought was cold, you find only warmth. © 2013 FireflyFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on February 27, 2013 Last Updated on February 27, 2013 AuthorFireflyDublin, Apatheistic, IrelandAboutIm a late writer, but write everyday, whenever i can about whatever i can. I tend to write about dark subjuects that have a brighter underlying beauty. My subjects can also be serious, regarding cu.. more..Writing
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