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Feasting on Youth - Dining With Death

Poetry By: ONATAH

Looking back, memories give more life than..

Submitted:Feb 1, 2007    Reads: 146    Comments: 8    Likes: 0   

�Feasting on Youth - Dining With Death�

My eyes try to focus as I read through old journals, diaries started 43 years ago,�

I rather close them and read my memories, Smell the freedom.

�I see us run in circles - young again,

my legs are freeing me, My tremor still�

My ageless body becomes part of a waterfall, part of the moonlight that caresses my body in stolen time and runaway moments,

Part of life - part of lust�

Mirror mirror on the wall who was the rebel among them all?

�Free fall to drop zone, driving speed free zones, breathing, doting on life,�

I shed my old skin and dress myself this time�

The arms of life (time) move me towards a Dark hole,

It embraces me with a hint of� haste….�

I now look at our "forced friendship"� hourly, and my memories Are more frequent,�

My room now only an extension of my coffin,

another space before I Embrace my long waiting "friend" �

this time,

I take your hand without a fight,

I am tired, I have lived……..I have loved,

I was loved…………


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