Soaken Blues

January 30, 2011
By PerfectMGymnast DIAMOND, Parker, Colorado
PerfectMGymnast DIAMOND, Parker, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"If you don't leap you'lll never know what it's like to fly"


I sit, my frostbitten toes soaked with blood.
Is this my karma?
My destiny?
Perhaps a coincidence?
Or is it only a dream?
An old shriveled up women,
A delicate thing,
sits beside me at my death bed.
She whistles a tune on her old metal harmonica.
--Hunny! Hunny--
She began to sing,
--Life is but a gift--
--Ain't no one deserve it--
--But if we hold onto it tight--
--Until that end fight--
--Our dreary soaken blues--
-- Will be our path to follow through--
I listened that day,
Remembering her touch,
that old blues saint!
She died that night,
Not even putting up a fight.
She took her gift and gave it to me.
O! That saints touch!
I can still hear her today,
As i carry on day to day.
Carrying this gift,
Looking for the next victim,
Ready for the soaken blues.


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on Mar. 28 2011 at 11:21 pm
PerfectMGymnast DIAMOND, Parker, Colorado
57 articles 25 photos 633 comments

Favorite Quote:
"If you don't leap you'lll never know what it's like to fly"

Thanks so much!!! I appreciate all the comments!! :)

PJD17 SILVER said...
on Mar. 27 2011 at 8:58 am
PJD17 SILVER, Belleville, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
I do the best imatation of myself- Ben Folds

very impressive poem  i'm afraid im no good at giving feedback on poetry but i will say that what i have read of you so far has been very very good  keep it up


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