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Eva Fossi Poem
she used to love the winter because of its beauty
it burns through her memories now like ice set on fire
she wakes up shaking every night begging a God she may or may not believe in
to take her into that beautiful white place He had shown her
when her soul broke over a new horizon one cold night on a set of train tracks
the girl couldn't smile
everything had been ripped away from her
she was sarcastic but caring
stubborn and opinionated
cold, but had the warmest heart of anyone
she has the word "dead" carved into her skin
a memory and scar that she can never remove
and there was this boy
he made her feel everything all at once
he took her heart in his hands and shaped it
he made her smile
laughed at her sarcasm
brought her back to life.
Copyright © Eva Fossi | Year Posted 2016
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Eva Fossi Poem
the music fills the room
with the sounds of
sadness
and prosperity
like it is its last chance to play
to strain for a melody
before it reaches a breaking point
and dies out
until it is granted permission
to play one last tune
much simpler
than this
and the voices fill the void
with the sounds of
serenity
and desperation
in an attempt to be heard
but overcome by
gusts of wind
and flurries of snow
before they fade out
because they can no longer be
heard
and the words sound from the pages
full of
significance
and life
pleading to be heard
but overcome by
the tearing of pages
ripping over
and over
until there are no more pages
to be torn
and the music
and the voices
and the words
have gone
down
down
down
into a hole of oblivion
until there is
nowhere
nowhere
nowhere
left for them to go.
Copyright © Eva Fossi | Year Posted 2016
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Eva Fossi Poem
there are lights through the darkness
they dance above me
they move through the wind
they tell me they love me
some stay strong and some fall
they glisten and they die
they accept my tears
sometimes they cry
the lights glow through the void
and then they start to fade
this moment will never leave me
through these words they'll be portrayed
so much hope they bestow
so much love do they hold
this is certainly the meaning of us
that we may carry this life through our souls
they write our future
they sing the memories of the past
they show the ones we once had
this is the view i hope to be my last
Copyright © Eva Fossi | Year Posted 2016
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