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My Shattering

I’m not weird, I’m unique.
Oh the power of the dark poet!

Bound to this dwelling,
days’ whispering glow
glimmers drawn shades.

Oh distant star!
My home a cellar;
your caring reach far too indistinct
to warm this mausoleum.

There’s one cadaver here.
Does it ever utter?
Am I really here?

She just passed!
From across the street,
through these prison bars,
I saw her walk on by.

Had she been a ghost too,
would have she noticed me?
Must death be the only way?

I’ll sit and rest
beside this tombstone; waiting.
My cheek conforming to its rugged surface,
I gaze across the road.

There she is,
hymns of a breath!
All quiet here in the desert.

May I dig out of this grave to talk to you?
A stone,
dressed wildly in vines.
It’s been so long.

See me.
See me now.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
Published
Author's Note
A dark poem about a crush I had on a girl that died.
My dark poetry website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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