I see her once again laying dead,
with her hand hanging off the bed.
Snow falls, rain drops, and blood drips.
Snow melts, rain dries, and blood stains.
Soft hands, soft cheeks, soft lovers lips.
Lifeless, beatless, feeling hearts pain.
The sight still haunts the room,
she's nowhere near her tomb.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2026 09:22
- Comment from author about the poem: No memory of mine, just a thought.
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Comments2
Graphic and vivid in its images it is stark in its presentation of loss. Well done Happy New Year
Stark and haunting — the tender details against the violence create a lasting, chilling image.
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