Presence

by LadyPearl   Nov 17, 2006


Upon my pillowcase,
Soaked with salty tears
Is perched a diary,
Filled with forgotten fears

Alongside the terrors
Ring a bell of gold
Inside a marble tower
My story will unfold
Pale stars trail behind
A long forgotton path
Memories are erased
And unto me is wrath

The room echos now
with the haunting voice of me
Calling from the diary
Reaching into night to see
A smudged world
where without my sorrow
Without my love
Life sings bitter and hollow

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jackie Marie

    This poem made a picture in my mind. From word to word. You did a great job writing this. The flow was excellent. Keep it up!

    >black&&blue

  • 17 years ago

    by Darien

    Lovely rhymes Noni..
    Good description too.

  • 17 years ago

    by BrokenREALiTy

    Very good descriptions .
    Painted a picture in my head .
    I don`t know what to say .
    Just another very good write .
    ..ღ__MiNDYY

  • 17 years ago

    by DarkJem

    Really great poem :)keep up the good work

  • 17 years ago

    by manic moments

    Beautitful. Truly is the presence. Well done

    Love Niquee

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