Tasteless Poison on Paperthin Skin

Tasteless Poison on Paperthin Skin

A Poem by OctoberDawn

When real-life hits you and people move on, where will you fit in?

Taunting cold air that robs me of breath,
tears through my torso and reminds me to gasp.
Things that we cherish will soon lead to grief,
A looming cold stone stands above our relief.

The fallen are left for the scavengers claw,
The angels would weep for this scene if they saw.
Truth is, they left this place sometime ago,
If no angel could bear it, then how can we bear this woe?

And poison is surely the blood in our veins,
When hope is the catalyst our life is then claimed...

© 2013 OctoberDawn

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again... I wonder why so many views and no review... you write really well.. This one is just as beautiful even if tinged with sadness... the flow was off a little in a few places, but the meaning and language is exquisite.. I enjoyed this...

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Added on December 3, 2012
Last Updated on September 17, 2013




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