SilhouetteA Chapter by YouoweYoupaySilhouette
Silhouette
I'm standing before the surface of a dew pond and it seems puzzled, speaking to me in a language only those who took a small step into insane sadness can comprehend.
But I'm not miserable. I'm just missing something. The ripples of water amplify my ghostly reflection and I lower my head to check if it's real.
Ah. That is where this frosty draft is fleeting through.
I wait for a loyal silhouette of skin-enveloped compassion to slowly approach from behind the naked, rain-scented, damp oak trees and swathe the vacancy framed with badly healed flesh.
I wait for a surreal, sweet natured phantom to breath the warming winter tales. How long do people often have to wait?
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21 Reviews Added on March 29, 2011 Last Updated on June 17, 2012 Tags: poem, emptym love, hurt, alone, reflection, sadness, misery, story AuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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