Your frosted breath fighting to escape,
The heat flushed on your cheeks,
The blood rushing to your heart,
From afar even I can see,
Glisten of the sheen forming on your brow,
As you run through the crowds,
Trying to reach me.
With each step you take,
I see the fire in your eyes,
The madness bringing you speed,
Your lips parted wide in horror,
Pushing through the throngs of sweaty masses,
Trying to reach me.
Bound to myself I can only watch,
As you get closer to my stage,
The spotlight on me,
Even now when I look at you,
In these final moments,
Running to reach me.
I can only remember our kiss of death,
So I will close my eyes,
To this last scene,
I can only watch you,
Running in desperation,
Trying to reach me.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
