Words like flowers withered breathing at my side.
by A.J. McKinley
Close my eyes and breathe deep to deaths construction.
Worn from inside my weary heart.
Kiss of sweet freedom is but a bane to me.
I look and see but a shimmer.
A glimpse of what is revealed.
Your touch is so surreal.
I try to walk beside you, but the worlds just disappear.
I need to touch your prison, but peace I always fear.
Snow forming like a blanket giving death innocence and light.
Words like distance grooming.
My soul shall never end.
A numbness overtakes me and I resist not its call.
I close my eyes and you are as gone as you appeared.
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley