Dreaming of a Death

Pale, distant,
Memories, all covered with frost.
They haunt the quiet moments,
And slowly creep from the shadows.

Hours spent
A past that
Did not exist.

What will become
Of a life-
Spent dreaming
Of a death?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Take some time to think about this one..... You may find something you need.

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Beavis's picture

For me, this is the most

For me, this is the most touching and beautiful of your poems! You really captured the emotion in a very concise manner.

Invisibird's picture

Thank You!!!

I'm happy that you enjoy my poetry so much, and I'm even happier that you care enough to comment! Thank you very much. :D