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A Specter of Before

One never knows themselves, awake or dreaming

By Nicole DevineyPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

I never felt such warmth upon my face

The bright sun burning my delicate skin

The heated star doth make my heart to race

And quickly speed the coursing blood within

I cannot reach back to that precious time

Longest were the moments we did embark

Every tree, every far branch we did climb

Chasing dreams until the soft sky turned dark

Those blithe and carefree breaths are now no more

For death has taken, life interrupted

I search to find you, return as before

One so young, a specter, pale, corrupted

I yield now, back to the tomb where I lay

Let night shift and become my summer’s day

sad poetry

About the Creator

Nicole Deviney

My sister says I'm haunted. Guess that's why they say "Write what you know". If I have to deal with it, dear reader, then so do you. I throw in the occasional sweet story, just for a palette cleanser...enjoy!

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