A Shade of Blue

by Eden   Oct 5, 2005

In a silent room there weeps a child.
The wind and evolutionary syncophant of delivery sings in the darkest tremor of my sigh.
A complacent worry in the wrinkles of my eyes...while the corner of my lips twitches in shadow.
A nothingness so serene and gentle cloaks me like a comforting blanket...slowly smothering my will to live.
Color drains from this child's face.
I am she who remains dead within.
The death of her squirms to be released into the cespool of humanity...

...I find that I am gladly rid of it.


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  • 15 years ago

    by ~Karen-Eileen~

    gReat PoEM
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