Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Death of a Soul

I saw the lights, 
bright in the night,
like a window through
your heart I watched 
your soul take flight. 

The chill rattles deep
into the bones as I 
try to shake the 
feeling that won't 
let go. 

Trying to move, 
I am frozen still, 
I am at the bottom
of a mountain 
looking out over
the hills. 



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