Friday, November 10, 2006

Moment.

She walks
Gently at first
Up to her
Breathing
Deeply
As if it could be
The last time
Air
Finds her lungs
So deeply she can
Feel
It coursing
Through her
Blood. 

 
She can sense
Her movement
She can see shadows
Mingling
With hers upon the
Pavement she
Stands
Waiting for the
Moment
Her hand begins to
Snake
Around her
Torso. 

 
Her breath
Has
Started to quicken
Like a bullet tearing
Through
The skin
Her blood Courses
Fast
Through her veins
Her body
Screams to end
The
Waiting
And
Let
The
Moment
Come.
 
8/11/06
Posted by A Secret Dreamer in 12:10:12
Comments

2 Responses

  1. hades says:

    is it a new kind of poem?
    sounds interesting

  2. Blog Owner says:

    hades, Hey,
    What do you mean by new kind of poem? Glad you think it sounds interesting though

    DH

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