QualsmA Poem by AlanaYes, the title is spelled correctly. It's a bit of a pun, only, I played with letters to make a play on words ;PThis is not salvation pelting my skin Where has the lamb hidden away from this sin? Who’re you, who am I, whose face will I see? A serpent born from abnormality? Away in the desert I long for the dew Temptation presents, in failure I rue Where are you, where am I, why can’t I breathe? My fluttering heart in a desperate seethe It is nigh, the crow cries, deny or accept? The baby was born, but no mirth was kept To taste or to kiss, the bread or betrayal? Shall I be swept away in the earth’s final gale? I’ve loved and I’ve loathed, I’ve hindered and helped, I’ve been a lion, and I’ve been a whelp Am I good or bad, monochrome or bright? Will all this matter upon my last night? A smile unseen, a conception of pure A footstep unnoticed, a game of demure? Away in my bedroom, a candle awaits To flicker or falter, to define my fate. © 2010 AlanaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlanaCanadaAboutMy name's Alana. I want to listen like spring and talk like June, but instead I listen like Dear Abby and talk like a cheap movie. Rafiki is one of my idols, and I think they should teach The Little P.. more..Writing
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