Never Comes the Dawn

Never Comes the Dawn

A Poem by Comatose

Again, and again, and again...
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Sojourn to the morning
she greets the melancholy fog
with blankness
unrivaled by any.
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Her eyes still see, but
they reflect the fog
like mirrors made of cerulean.
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The paleness of her figure is testament
to the many long hours
spent looking in mirrors, desperately
searching her own face for
any likeness to another.
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Another, with
long dark shadows and
ice blue adrenaline eyes and
that oh, so serious
condescending smile.
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She used to hate that smile.
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Wanted to scream, wanted to take, wanted to
break that smile. Now,
she would give anything
just to see it again.
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To be pinned and scrutinized, and feel
like the foolish, helpless
child he once treated her as.

© 2010 Comatose


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Comatose
Comatose

Twin Falls, ID



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