To look back is the greatest crime.

To look back is the greatest crime.

A Poem by Adair

Shadowed path,
Broken stones,
Crumbling beneath my feet.
A road to Hope
from the darkest of places.
The darkest of times.
The Death of my lover.

Fair face, I will never see again.
Locks of ebony, now ashen.
Skin stretched upon the framework of their body.

A face amongst the blackened terrain,
but I must not look back.
I cannot look back.
For to do so
would be the death of
their Love.

But a light shines,
Luminance from the clouds,
Some other shade never before defined.
It is nothing short of
the promise of Serenity.

© 2010 Adair


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This piece, though sad, is very beautiful. I really liked this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Shadowed path,
Broken stones,
Crumbling beneath my feet.
A road to Hope
from the darkest of places.
The darkest of times.
The Death of my lover.

I so loved these words,
This is an amazing write here.
I like this alot.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 3, 2010
Last Updated on August 3, 2010
Tags: Sad, Dark, Pain, Romance, Goodbyes, Sensual, Death, Hope, Life, Love

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Adair
Adair

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I've been writing poetry seriously since March of 2010. My works are of various quality levels. Most of the pieces I upload to this site are my better ones. more..

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