In the darkness of these walls! These walls!

this is a poem about death

In the darkness of these walls! These 

walls,

 You looked down and spoke three

lovely words and I the same,

      Arising away we hugged and grace 

apart; that was the last time I saw your 

          

face, We never spoke; your voice was 

the same, 

In a room with walls" that was

the day I foreshadowed your death,

   “Where is your spirit?” I’m just 

ordinary, “Who are you?” The stranger 

you became, 

As you arise away that was the last time 

I saw your face.

              Winter has come; time has won,

I’m strong as the world, I charge these 

times hearing the day I’ll know your fate.

                To a shop in the heart of many 

fields; smiles Gloria, As I ride along

quietly, Life bored as dew, Cheerful hours

in a cadillac summer’s cage,

     Was the day I foreshadowed your 

death, In the darkness of these walls!

These walls!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dina]

"These Walls!"

Ahhhh, here come the chills. This piece has mad me vastly emotional. You're wonderful. Thank you for your art xx