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A Poem by Zanna Rose

It's there, that thing I can't explain
it crawls closer, hurts my eyes to look
but somehow I can't look away
it's my own death, my shadow life
I fear it and rejoice in it
the glow of darkness passes over me
I hear them calling so far away
I can hold my breath for only so long
when will it pass?
The pit in my stomache grows 
their cries coming closer  
and I curl in to a position
only a small child ever knew
please find me, save me from this fear 
this shadow life, my own death.

© 2008 Zanna Rose


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Very pleading poem, I can feel the earnest desire for comfort unrecieved. Very visual good work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting, though I am not sure how I feel about it. It is disturbing in it's imagery and yet beautiful at the same time.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Zanna Rose
Zanna Rose

Colorado Springs, CO



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