Peace finally finds her in old age
She slips slowly into slumber
Her beautiful soul no more
Never to wake again
Eyes forever closed
Lost to the wind
Without her?
Pointless.
Lost.
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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Endurant
Falling … falling from a great height is the first memory I have. Followed by waking up to see my chest burst open on a rock, the rough stone covered in strange ancient markings. My legs shattered and limp, and blood gushed all around me. I looked up and saw a face high above, I don’t remember who it was. Just the smile as they looked down on me.
By Savannah K. Wilson2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Beautiful words tinged with sadness
Oh does her soul not carry on? Lovely nonet.
This was so poignant! Loved your poem!
Oh this is exquisitely written.
Ah. Sad.
Wistful. I love this poem.
This is beautiful and a very clever way to form a breakup which is a refresshing point of view!
I feel like I’ve just been on a lifetime journey of heartbreak reading your nonets! From childhood to old age! Massive applause on this one and all the others, Sian!!