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Those who death steals from

At the breaking of the new dawn
Where the hopeful golden glow melts the dew
A sleepy world awakens to the brightened new dawn of life
But at the striking of that aged light
Where the anguished reddened heat squanders dew
I die a thousand deaths
Knowing that tomorrow I will die a thousand more
And every day thereafter as the sands of my hour glass quickly trickle with each sighing breath

A path once known now wisps of smoke
A path once comforted by the soft colours of a palette of petals
Now shrouded in jagged sculptures of flesh and blood and soul
A path upon which defiant footprints once spoke loudly of living
Now a path imprinted with the silent screams of a ragged form, noosed 
And brutally dragged in death’s merciless dark wake

A spirit once free
Now sentenced and shackled to the imperceptible chains of pain
Hands still young now wrinkled with the hauntings of death’s cold pallor
Arms once strong now weakened at the remembrance of the weight of the lost
And a face unrecognisable masked by raging war
Mirroring an imploding core 

The day’s heat savages the charred flesh stretched over decrepit bones
The hollow cavity where a heart once beat humming the melancholy call for the pieces of its once whole inhabitant
A yearning soul’s agonising pleas falling on deaf ears
In frantic search of the fast fading, scarred scattered remains
Of what once was
And what will never again be

And as the day breathes its final breath and the orange glow begins to sink, a silky cloak with glistening jewels envelopes the world in peace
But with the rise of the cause of the pained wolf howl
The shadow of the demonic orb of devastation descends
Its arms outstretched, spreading suffocation
Its spindly blood drenched fingers piercing that empty hollow where a heart once beat

And as my broken barely human form turns, collapsing to my knees into fading air, where familiar loving arms once stood tall
Now unjustly only dust in the pine box cradled between my palms
The fires of my hell encircle me
And falling ashes rain upon me as the heavens mourn you falling asleep
Another of death’s cruelly stolen souls	
Wrenched from my fingertips-abandoning me forever

And the dawn of realisation opens its jaws and revels in the manic scream that escapes me-the echoes of my tortured soul

A soul who must remain

And there I die a thousand deaths
Knowing that tomorrow I will die a thousand more
And every night thereafter as the sands of my hour glass quickly trickle
with each sighing breath

Copyright © Amy Sullivan | Year Posted 2014


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  1. Date: 1/19/2016 8:03:00 PM

    AMY, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**
  1. Date: 12/25/2015 11:11:00 PM

    Amy, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year May all your days shine and dreams come true. :) Every day should be a day with family and friends. I appreciate everyone. Sorry to all those I have taken for granted. SHAME ON ME. I promise, 2016 will be a new me. Merry Christmas!!! May the true meaning of the holiday season fill your heart and home. Always & Forever ~LINDA~
  1. Date: 10/6/2015 11:51:00 AM

    OK you are a better writer than me. Wow. When you told me you write, I didn't expect this.
  1. Date: 10/6/2014 1:19:00 PM

    Hi Earl Thank you so much for your stunning comment! It is really so greatly appreciated! :) Take Care. Amy
  1. Date: 10/1/2014 5:28:00 AM

    Good morning Amy, This was extraordinary. Very raw. Very meaningful. Nice language usage. It was sound and solid with merit. A well crafted piece. I also found your "Stilled Flight" equally compelling. Keep up the great work. Take care. Earl