Loss

death.

A recoiling wraith skims my flesh

and I am left once more 
coldness branching from the spine 
A numbness that is raw

no trace is left

the clouds are curdling overhead

no time exists 

when you wear guilt 

Intangible the dread consuming me 

negativity emanates

clouding the purity 

all is black

and the unbearable cold 

will alter your lungs 

make you feel other- worldly 

fragility of life

I see now that all can be lost 

 before the stars 

I wish I was dust once more 

Reviews

[kyam]

Great Poem!! Love it, so many feelings too. So well written! You are phenomenal! Describing the pain is so perfect and to wish you were dust once moer, so amazing. I myself have a great loss and this is incredible!

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice poem. Thank you for sharing...:)...................

[Wraith.]

Thankyou for the comment!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).................