After, the Deaths
Once full of beauty with flowers in hair,
lost in darkness- my existence threadbare;
death is my heavy cloak,
I am a girl heart-broke.
In dreams I float among grey headstones,
life departs and I lay with dead bones;
I have no future- only dark unknowns.
I scream in agony at night,
weeping sad prayers I recite;
writing sorrow by candlelight.
I dream of that girl with flowers,
with dark eyes and ruby fingers.
I ask you, do you have any answers?
Is there any way out of this picture?
I wish for a blue sky azure.
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September 8, 2017
Rhyme Verse/After, The Deaths
Copyright Protected, ID 93886
Written for the contest, Poems That Paint A Picture
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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