Words like flowers withered breathing at my side.
Close my eyes and breathe deep to deaths construction.
Worn from inside my weary heart.
Kiss of sweet freedom is but a bane to me.
I look and see but a shimmer.
A glimpse of what is revealed.
Your touch is so surreal.
I try to walk beside you, but the worlds just disappear.
I need to touch your prison, but peace I always fear.
Snow forming like a blanket giving death innocence and light.
Words like distance grooming.
My soul shall never end.
A numbness overtakes me and I resist not its call.
I close my eyes and you are as gone as you appeared.
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley
A.J. McKinley
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