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A Poem by White Rose

What say you and I

We walk down a sickly path

Alone and cold

down this narrow road

wondering what is to become of we

 

Tell me are your fingers numb?

Do your lungs feel froze?

Is your blood cold? Can you feel?

 

What if I told you that were me?

You, with your white feathery wings,

left me here to freeze!

All alone am I in this cold.

Dying, awaiting for nothing.

 

Do I blame you? How can I not?

But... can I too? My friend.

What words are to describe what I feel

as I walk down this path of teal?

 

This road this narrow and narrower road;

will I soon fall?

Can I fall into the dark,

nothingness of my heart?

Can I just slip into my pain

and be engulfed by the bay?

Maybe I'll slip...

 

                       ...maybe....

 

 

    ....sleep...

 

 

 

                     ....for..

© 2011 White Rose


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White Rose
White Rose

Constanta, Dobrogea, Romania



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