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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Whirlwind




Caught in the whirlwind


She spins round and round


Heart beating with excitement

Body starving for enticement


Trapped in the whirlwind


The whirlwind of false dreams


The whirlwind of true screams


Fleeting glimpses of her lost love


Fly by like a white dove…


She spins round and round


Until her soul is broken


Thrown upon the ground


Her body left as nothing other


Than a tattered mess


Of crimson flesh…


All that remains


Is fleeting glimpses


Of her lost


Love like


A white


dove

1 comment:

  1. Very beautiful poem, even the text forms a whirlwind. I will be coming back to read more of you poetry...

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