death
follows me closely
while life
retreats into shadows
shunning
gnarled fingers
of winters hand
my heart
palpitates a lonesome song
a ponderance of youth
yearning days of old
where children play
in bright summer fields
and laughter
is caught
in the bubbles they blew
lifted
with the wind
bursting of sunshine giggles
covering the land in smiles
as the scent of moms apple pie
sent children scurrying home...
i feel death's chill
twitting my memories
mockingly reminding...
that my home
is with him now
as my eyes
fell silent
and my heart
cease to beat
into
the
shadow
i
descend
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
death
follows me closely
while life
retreats into shadows
shunning
gnarled fingers
of winters hand
my heart
palpitates a lonesome song
a ponderance of youth
yearning days of old
where children play
in bright summer fields
and laughter
is caught
in the bubbles they blew
lifted
with the wind
bursting of sunshine giggles
covering the land in smiles
as the scent of moms apple pie
sent children scurrying home...
i feel death's chill
twitting my memories
mockingly reminding...
that my home
is with him now
as my eyes
fell silent
and my heart
cease to beat
into
the
shadow
i
descend
