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Posted by Tamara Beryl Latham on October 12, 19102 at 17:00:54:
My body screams,
"Your heart has stopped!"
At least I think it has.
There is no sound
within these hollow walls.
No pumping as it were;
Oh God! No Beat!
No drum that sounds
the rhythm of the day,
no melody that sings
your serenade.
Enter the night!
Cooling desert flowers
with her breeze.
She spits, then laughs.
As stars shed tears
to wash your footprints
from a routine path.
I search in vain
to find a reverie,
a fleeting song.
Where you once lived,
dancing in the shadow
of the sun.
Yet, what remains
is just a silhouette
within my mind,
which quickly turns to stone
without remorse,
then walks away in haste;
a living thing,
one tear removed
from a desperate scream.