That feeling
One night I died beside my you,
the darkened dawn took me back.
Frantically, she brought her to my view,
pounding my chest with hard whacks.
Often now that I lay alone in bed,
on my back till I have that feel.
Chest sinks bringing me to the dead,
touching the darkened dawn so real.
The longer I leave my touches mark,
in the realm of existences bliss.
The more I understand of the dark,
some day I will touch the one I miss.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Each time I lay on my back, I let the chest collapse and bask in that feel. Some day I will forget and my darkened dawn will be real.
- Category: Reflection
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