Distant Thoughts
Try to focus but I cannot see to read,
Visions of the past hauntingly serene,
Until I close my eyes and hear you speak.
There is no easing this pain,
Of the feel of your blood on my hands,
As your life flows through open fingers.
In pure white I shall stay,
The virgin bride n’er to wed;
I cry my tears alone where no one sees,
My agony is memories of thee.
© 2014 CM Davidson
Copyright © C.M. Davidson-Pickett | Year Posted 2014
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