Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

That Day

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I died––that day
It was cold––his breath
When it chased––the warmth
From my gaping chest

Eternal––that night
They were black––his eyes
When they bound––the light
From my bloodshot sight

Yet I––pretend
Passion mocks––the wind
When the heart––it bleeds
Every color but red

© Copyright – All rights reserved – Melindafoshat.wordpress.com – July 3, 2013

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Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

3 thoughts on “That Day

  1. I love this, because I can hear it in my head and it has an impact with no mountains of words. Your tempo is pretty good, too! Don’t stop writing!

    • I agree with Lucidfloetry. I especially like the very last part –

      “Yet I––pretend
      Passion mocks––the wind
      When the heart––it bleeds
      Every color but red”

  2. So I absolutely love this! Thank you for following my blog by the way!

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