Abigail Cole
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SHE FADES AWAY
Eyelids dropping, colours fading, Faces with weary lips and ugly shadings. In piles of scattered leaves, a woman lies, In the grip of anguish, her spirit cries. Wobbled legs won't get her up, Nor the pain of what's to come. Angry faces, dreaming of seeing death, Hoping to embrace him when he comes. So, she runs, From the pain she hates to share. She's on her knees, Praying for her sins of yesterday. She sheds tears, for a life that would soon end, And for the beauty that once did appear. ...
DEFYING THE COMMANDS OF HUMILITY Humility shouldn't be a command, Niceness shouldn't bind the observer. "Please" shouldn't transform into "must," Magic words sometimes lose their enchantment. Rudeness cloaked with "sorry," Apologies losing their meaning in contradiction. Voice rising as acceptance wavers, Yet, emotions aren't scripted for others. There's no compulsion to weep when you're sorrowful, No obligation to share joy. Feelings won't stifle to match your volume, Shed the expectation o...
TILL WE MEET AGAIN Hello, Father, or what name remains, Our bond, a peculiar one, forged in strains, You'd vanish for years, then reappear, Yet, each departure, I'd await, fighting tears. Hello, Father, I recall someone's quest, "Your father's eyes' hue," in jest, Shame washed over me, deep inside, For I never dared to meet your gaze with pride. Hello, Father, where do you dwell, In heaven's grace or hell's lamentful swell? Where did you venture, all alone, Or perhaps not alone, you'd blend...
Eternal poetry: Death's promise In the realm of life's grand tapestry, Death emerges, a poetic mystery, Not as cruel as many tend to think, For it offers respite to those on the brink. People often react with hatred's cry, Weep when death draws nigh, and sigh, But in its wake, it offers a sweet release, Leaving worldly troubles, granting inner peace. So, death is a chapter, both dark and bright, A bridge to realms hidden from our sight, How poetic it is, as you can see, Promising eternal fre...
A QUIET SILENCE I love the calmness of the night, the calm drift of a boat. I love the quiet room, the empty feel of a drum. But I hear the stars twinkle, and the boat swish across the waters. The beating of my heart, and echoes in the drum. I wish for a peaceful environment, until a spider slides by. I want a moment to myself, but forget the chatters in my head. I want to disappear, go fishing in that icy lake, but then I hear, "why is she staring for so long?". I want to tell them, I jus...
IN MY DREAMS Don't want to wake up, My head's where I'm free, Just want to close my eyes, Escape reality. Don't want to work hard, Or pass all exams, Just hope I'll be there, For an enternity. Dreaming of sunshine, cuddles, and flowers, Dreaming of death, loss, and denial, Dreaming of all I can control, In my dreams, I'm master of my game. #Nircle_writer #poem
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