Cannot say when first I felt
a need to be close to you.
Do not remember the first
time you looked at me and
made me melt. To wonder of
those before you is pointless.
Like they dont exist.
A smile in my direction
means more than any kiss.
Radiating Rapture;
To touch you, brings me
to my knees in bliss.
Feather light,
a brush against soft pink lips.
Has my fingertips tingling,
my lips parted, gasping for lost breath.
A slight wrinkle of skin,
as I trace my finger down your nose.
Your laugh, clear in your eyes,
sends warmth down to my toes.
Another hand joins the first,
caressing a strong brow.
A tug pulls me closer,
Blurred Reflections
Staring back from the other side-
Streaked with tears from above,
Searching empty eyes
Looking without seeing.
Faded and transparent
Skin stretched across tired bones
Mirror movements, sending
Shivers down a shattered spine.
A sigh escapes pale chapped lips
As nerveless fingers reach
To wipe away the sadness-
Turned away by thickened glass.
Unable to touch.
No comfort for reflections.
When I stumble alone and lost,
Across the fields where dead men lie.
'Neath the mounds bejewelled with frost,
There beneath the blood red sky.
I will listen to the lifeless trees.
Look up to the fading stars.
Hear the sound of breaking leaves,
And see the earth and all its scars.
I will touch the sky where birds once flew,
And breathe the acrid fumes of death.
Feel the stillness where life once grew,
And taste the bitterness of stolen breath.
Watch as the failing sun set at last,
And welcome the deepening gloom.
Lamenting for all lost in the past,
And weeping for the impending doom.
Note the consequence of my choices.
While I
Man With Malice in His Eyes by Melethnin, literature
Literature
Man With Malice in His Eyes
The Nazi took my home
The Nazi took my family
The Nazi took away my life
Now the Nazi has taken me
I am forced to work
Everyday
My body cries out for sleep
They wont let me rest
I want to collapse
I want to be freed
But most of all
I want a release
Finally my body can't take it
I can no longer stand
They whip me
Until there is nothing left
They tie the rope around my neck
The man is not gentle
His eyes do not hold pity
Only malice
In my last moments of life
I pray, but not for me
I pray for those still living
And the man with malice in his eyes
I pray and pray
Until they steal my breath
And hope the man with malice i
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