Silent Nights

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My version of Pompe

Submitted: April 27, 2012

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Submitted: April 27, 2012



I cover everything in a smothering coat,

Painting a picture of gray misery as I float.

Screams of pain and suffer smell

Whilst I know that it was I who tolled the bells,

Assembled from a fiery hell,

And yet, still more my story tells.

I see you lay there on the floor,

But I still rain down more and more;

Your once proud town’s forgotten once more,

Not a living soul to settle the score.

It’s silent now.

You don’t know how;

You don’t even know why

Or how you’d even begin to try.

But I am all that remains;

The light and gray stains.

I destroyed the lives of thousands simply floating,

And coating.

I am death and what you’ll see after it.

Ashes to ashes;

Dust to dust.

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