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Soul Searching

To my beloved my heart calls.
My will answers.
Fallen Angels whisper thoughts of forsaken death
And unrighteous pain.

Lying near the ground tears fall freely, now
There is no hope of endless love.
The heart breaks and shrivels until there is nearly nothing left.
The scattered pieces blow in the wind waiting to be mended.
Starlight unfolds and shines bringing the pieces back anew.
They glow with a great light that blinds all
Except the knight that is to claim the heart, my beloved.
If it still wills to beat.
To put it right or to tear it apart beyond repair.
The burn stings as well as the free falling tears that calm.
The clouds flow to the ground to make
The hunt, a new challenge.
What is it to seek?

It will not be known. It has been seen, and therefore cannot be unseen.
A sickness bubbles to the surface taking away the beauty of light.
Sounds linger, after the silence passes.
Nothing is left but the cold grip of death that lay a few feet away,
Eyes closed, mouth open for one last breath,
Body contorted into a final pose.
One year hence, and the memory stays.
No jokes can be spoken now, but tears can spring to eyes anew.
Adieu to the night.
The sun waits to rise.

Thanks everyone. Should I post another?

Fourteen years ago I died,
It was not what I expected.
I mean should the golden gates
of heaven part or should a hole
open in the earth to consume
those destined for hell

Things I never thought of plagued
my mind.
More now than when I was alive.
To the end that my nights are waking fears
of the dead.

“Where am I now?”
It would seem that far beyond
the setting sun clouds part for me,
but not really for me, doomed to wander eternally.
My glittering green eyes play tricks…

I scream in silence as the world turns.
Nothing can be done that hasn’t been tried.
The breath trapped in a chamber is slowly released.
Air puffs float away like bubbles from youth.
The dead can’t have bubbles, it is sad but true.
Alas, I have bubbles.
“Can it be that I am both alive and dead?”