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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group




I ran.

Hiding between the sheets.

Between shadows of light, 

of words, 

of hope,

of fear.

I prayed.


There is no where to run.

There is no where to go.

Not under my Sun.

He finally said. 


Let me be.

Let me stay. 

For one more day.


I cried. 


There is no escape.

Not from me.

No place to be,

that I do not see


Can’t you see?

Can’t you hear?

cries of my children,

wails of women,  

lies of men so dear?


A sound I heard

time and time again.

On every step, 

of every door.


What do you want from me?

What have I done to thee?


You mean nothing to me

You did nothing to me

Look up at the sky.

What do you see?


I see drops of rain.

I see the Moon.

I see the stars. 

I see places, 

I’d rather be.


Each a soul  

who once have asked 

that same of me.

Leave me to dream

and a new day to see.


I’m still not ready.

I still have words 

I want to say.

I still have kisses 

I have not cast. 


I have not played.



Time has passed.

Others await,

to ascend your stage. 

To continue 

with love and hate.

For I am Death,

and your date

is due.



Submitted: December 22, 2018

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Amy F. Turner

Death to the old stubborn thoughts I certainly agree with alone. A change in mindset as the murdered bastard meets his end. In his place is someone refined by fire that lights in my eyes and the whip in my hands that gives life new meaning. Stripes of red remind you of the life that flows through your universe. The longest night and darkest of days expires and the tide will change like the burning through your veins.

Sat, December 22nd, 2018 3:11am


Thank you for always being the first to comment Amy.... I really appreciate your thoughts and insights.

Mon, February 11th, 2019 7:31pm


I don’t normally read or like poems. Too much for my brain cells to interpret but I love this. I love how you’re still here as well. Stay pls? Forever?

Sat, December 22nd, 2018 8:28pm


Just for you....

Mon, February 11th, 2019 7:33pm

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