Tuesday, 30 July 2013

One Last Wish, Unsaid



One Last Wish, Unsaid

Want to know how it feels?
Free me—for I can tell
Caressing my cold cheek, he said
You look pretty even when dead
My blue skin shivered
Under his warmth
I wished to have life in me
Only to embrace him, one last time
But it was too late—
They locked me up
In a glass coffin
Dragging my heart
To one dark grave,
And all I saw last—
Was his face!

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7 comments:

  1. Preethi Venugopala30 July 2013 at 23:12

    Wow... just wow

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  2. Brian Miller31 July 2013 at 03:45

    eeepppp someone has been reading too much Edgar Allen Poe...smiles....at least you got your look right?

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    1. Sadia Khan31 July 2013 at 04:38

      No Brian, I'm not....I wanted to but couldn't...luck doesn't favor me, these days...

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  3. Optimistic Existentialist31 July 2013 at 03:56

    Some seriously powerful stuff here Sadia. It sounds mostly metaphorical...at least I hope! :)

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  4. Sadia Khan2 August 2013 at 12:08

    Thanks Bhavneet :)

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