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tragedy The clock strikes that awful hour again the moment between sleep and dreaming and that recoiling shudder as another revolution of the sky passed in your honor. That place is where cruel spites play tricks as the dream has you near and your lifeless body jumps to life at the merciless begging and pounding of desperate hope and seeing heartfelt prayer and elation fills every void that fear fled inside my body them comes the realisation, as arm reaches out for you in a cold pillow's plump. Confusion. Panic. the repeated painful shudder gives way to growing ache. Dull anguish sharpens to intense sorrow and spills from eyes as hysterical despair writhing, clutching at pain, breathing in sickening realisation. every sickening sweet chime pulls a nerve from the source of vain hope and hollowed heart clawing up the jaw to consciousness. Aroused and Barren at the hour of your passing.
Emotionally Affected.
This poem is so sadly beautiful.
You wreck havoc in my heart, but restoration in my soul.
Excellent write. =^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
thankyou your beautiful response
Means the world to me! HugSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."