Eyelids flutter,
Eyes glitter.
Tears
Stream down her face,
Fall from her cheeks.
She shakes slighty.
Her lips part softly,
Silent words escaping,
Catching the breeze,
They die.
Her soul is screaming.
The light is fading.
The dark is clouding
Her thoughts…..
She is lost
There are too many trees in the forest
She cannot see
The mountains rise too high,
The ocean endlessly deep.
She cannot see.
Where should she go?
What can she do?
How can she stop her heart from pounding?
Her eyes are fading.
The spirit is leaving.
Who will stop her soul from screaming?
1 comment:
This sounds serious.
Is everything alright?
Like some of your stories too.
Seem gothic in a way.
A bit like Poe.
without the cats.
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