She looked down upon her hands
With fear in her eyes
What did she see?
Was it time,
Slipping away like sand?
Was it blood,
Running down like sweet wine?
Was it hope,
Ethereal like the wind?
Was it love,
Burning with a cleansing fire?
None of that mattered to her
To her it was all of that
She opened her mouth
But nothing came out.
Tears ran down her cheeks
Looking around for help
All she saw was a void
Not understanding she was surrounded
By hope and love.














Devious Comments
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Nothing lasts................. but nothing is lost.
*Ex-po-zure
Yeah, but then aren't poems supposed to reel you in?
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Who am I?
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Nothing lasts................. but nothing is lost.
*Ex-po-zure
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Who am I?
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Who am I?
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