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!

8 comments:

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

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

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

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    1. I too hope your hope, Keith...Thanks :)

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