At the Stroke of Midnight
slowly she
reaches into
the depths of
her dying soul
grasping...
at the core
of her pain
that has been
etched into
her heart
for ages
Burning
yet soothing
Its grip is
loosening...
As it finally
succumbs
to her will
comfort washes
over her
as sadness
begins to fade
as glimpses
of her past
flash
through
her tired mind
warm
shadows dance
around her
carrying her
toward
the
peaceful
light
one
single tear
settles
on her cheek
as she takes
her last
breath
at the
stroke of
midnight
Copyright © Kimberly Roles | Year Posted 2005
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