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Krista Cummings Poem
I sit in the shadows of the Sun
Wondering if I'm the only one
In this dark and dreary place.
When I look into a puddle, it's my own face
Staring back at me.
My dialated eyes can hardly see
Through the choking fog
That's hidden me from you;
That's hidden everyone I knew.
Thinking that I'm the only one,
I walk the shadows of the Sun
Hoping to find the place
Where I recognize the lonely face
Looking at me from deep inside the puddle.
I strain my ash colored eyes
And try to see past the disguise.
I wander in the shadows of the Sun,
Knowing that I am the only one
Who's lost in the shadows.
Lost in the shadows.
Lost in the shadows of the Sun.
Copyright © Krista Cummings | Year Posted 2006
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Krista Cummings Poem
If this was my last breath
Would you still love me?
Would you hold me and never let me go?
Would you turn and walk away from me
If suddenly,
My heart stopped beating?
This is our last kiss.
Will you still kiss me?
Will you close those soft blue eyes?
Will you walk away, without saying good-bye
While, so sadly
My pulse is slowing?
This is our last memory.
Will you try to remember this night?
Will you make it last forever?
Will you erase me
While woefully
My vision is dimming completely?
If this was my last breath
Would you still love me?
Would you hold me and never let go?
Would you turn and walk away from me
If suddenly,
My heart stopped beating?
Copyright © Krista Cummings | Year Posted 2007
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Krista Cummings Poem
She quietly paces the hall.
Gentle tears stream down her face
As she stares at a blank white wall.
The doctor steps out to make the final call.
Her heart begins to pound and race
As she quietly paces the hall.
She ignores all
And she tries to accept this dreadful fate
As she stares at a blank white wall.
Crumpling her tissue into a ball.
She thinks about her long lost soul mate
And quietly paces the hall/
Her eyelids droop and she yawns
As it gets to be very late
But she just stares at a blank white wall.
She ignores all
As the nurses watch her wait.
They watch her pace the hall
As she stares at the blank white wall.
Copyright © Krista Cummings | Year Posted 2006
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