CallingA Poem by fatalsymphonies
Bleeding hearts ricochet through the forest,
with cries and begs and pleads for morning.
The piercing chills crumble through porous screams,
your voice is all I hear in the clapping of the leaves.
I search for you, groping the soupy muds under my toes,
calling your name, my own vocalization bestows.
The thirsty winds deceive me, tapering off through the trees,
As I beg and plead of the others, please,You must stop flirting with the melodies.
I choke a cry, one last cry you may ever hear,
the syllables of your name strengthening in a soothing, yet painful note of grace.
© 2011 fatalsymphonies
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Last Updated on March 14, 2011
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