Then She Is Gone

She stands on the edge of destiny

 In an empty void of spaces and nothingness

Her heart’s vessel left barren and lonely, forsaken of all matter

Nothing's left inside her but wisps of floating, haunting memories

She takes a short, sharp breath of thin, vapid air

 as the wind sends their chilling whispers of death’s final cold pain,

breathing their phantom presence that weigh heavy upon her breast

The waiting hands of quietus’s black sorrow go thru her

 like icy,  ghostly fingers of dark daggers…

filling her soul with deaths, shadowy vapors of loneliness

 

Their ghostly images form their eerie presence in the depths of her soul

She takes a trembling step forward wondering how it will feel to die...

Never knowing how it felt to have someone make you want to live

                             Then…

                                   She is gone

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 C/R by ladeeanne anne p murray 2011