On the other side,

Of the face, I know.

Darkness clouds,

The soul I see.


Forgotten I weep,

For the love I once had.

Looking onto the abandoned shore,

Where a life soon started.


A progression through death,

Is all I request.

To burn the joy,

From my weakened heart.


To venture far,

From the world, I knew.

The embrace of light closes,

As the dark side of death moves in.


  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Excellent poem!
    very profound
    outcry....yet so beautiful....
    keep writing!

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