Nov 11, 2013, 5:54 PM

The Scene 

  Poetry » Landscape
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Faded to grey

And into the lake

I await my death

And wait the water’s break

 

As the wind blows severely

The mind shows vividly (the scene):

 

Faded picture –

Me onto the ground

Back to black, assured;

Listening to the sound…

 

But I’m actually here,

Different, hurt and giving in…

Breathing to the atmosphere

Ascending… Lost everything…

 

As the coldness consumes me…

Climbing onto me…

My skin…

Like a feeling… I like!

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