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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Flashing red, yellow, green the neon lights illuminated the silky soft skin of her face Dressed in high top black boots, a maroon coat with a collar of white lace At dusk every Wednesday she stood in the shadow of the building made of stone Looking forlornly at the entrance to the train station seeming so sad and alone Every Wednesday at dusk, I looked out my window hoping her beautiful face I would see Even took a walk past her by the building made of stone to satisfy my curiosity She looked straight through me as if I was not there Even after I smiled and said hello, all I got was a blank stare I was intrigued if she was mourning the loss of someone who died on the train Or for the return of a lover, she was hoping wishing for in vain Wait! Tonight in her demeanor there is a change More energy in her movements, a slight smile on her lips so strange Suddenly, she bolted across the street when into her body a car plowed Time stopped! Her body lay lifeless, silence hung in the air like a cloud She seemed to have been running towards the incoming train When she was hit by a fast moving car leaving on the road her blood stain She haunted my every thought. Who was she? She had no ID in her possession Who was she, why, I could have been her friend? Why, why was my unrelenting question At dusk every Wednesday I had to retrace her steps in the shadow of the building made of stone I wanted to sense her spirit, see what she saw, feel her sadness in my soul all alone Who was she, why? I had no answers. I could get no peace Maybe, I could have helped her, loved her, will this madness ever cease My every thought is of her I want to escape this deep dark well Here is my chance! I see the light. I will run to the light to escape my hell The car with the bright lights seemed to come from nowhere Life gradually seeping out of my body in the cold silence of this nightmare My answer came, but came too late I could see the silky skin of her face as she whispered you have met your fate It was all an illusion you now know Obsession imprisoned us to a place we did not mean to go 10/7/2018 Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings | contest
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