Cinders

November 16, 2010
By anatomyofthewrittenword GOLD, Shrewsbury, Massachusetts
anatomyofthewrittenword GOLD, Shrewsbury, Massachusetts
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Sunset fading from the sky
Light fading from her eyes
Breath too precious for their lies
Is this what it feels like to die?

Fog fills the gilded air,
Silver mist, like angels’ hair
In love and war, all is fair
If I died, would you care?

She lies upon the far, high hills
The lies echo like falsetto trills
Shattering when the world goes still
When does life lose its will?

A broken heart, a single tear
No anger or a hint of fear
Are those bells that I hear?
How do you know when “The End” is near?

She lies so still upon the grass
Her eyes go blank as frosted glass
A life has come to pass
Which words will be your last?

Cold is the falling rain
Freeing her from her pain
The past is but an enemy slain
Ready, now, for the last refrain.

Her lips part, red as vertigo
Her breath comes sweet and slow
Her heart flutters, yes or no?
Is this goodbye, or hello?

And then, in the fading dawn
The last breath is finally drawn
No longer fate’s unknowing pawn
The cinders are ashes, and she is gone.


The author's comments:
This piece is not meant to be dark or morbid in any way. It's meant to explore death in a sad and profound way, and is meant to make you ponder what really becomes important to you in your last moments, and is it really all worth it?

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on Feb. 22 2013 at 1:41 am
TheWordShaker SILVER, San Jose, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or a dream is becoming the world."

Oh yeah, and also "which words will be your last?"

on Feb. 22 2013 at 1:40 am
TheWordShaker SILVER, San Jose, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Franz thinks of everything and nothing. He wonders if the world is becoming a dream or a dream is becoming the world."

So at first I was reading this and thinking, hey, rhyming like a pro, that's pretty darn good, but then by the end I realized oh my god this is awesome and so deep and that one line (is this goodbye, or hello?) was so powerful...really awesome poem.

on Feb. 5 2013 at 5:03 pm
Mr.packerbear12 SILVER, Minnesota Lake, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"Judge lest not you be judged"

"Take the plank out of your own eye before the speck out of your brother's"

"live each day as if it's your last"

"God doesn't give you what you can handle, He helps you handle what you are given"

this brought tears to my eyes


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