by Valerie Savran

Created on: July 29, 2009

Falling through gray clouds, spiraling towards my stark reality

It is hard to fathom the reason for breath, the reason to live when you yearn to die

When colors of beauty fade to dismal grays and black, like the earliest days of memory

Before the pain, before the disappearance of sweet sunshine, before the hope was lost in the sands of time

taking final gasps of air, hoping to inhale some final words of wisdom before the hourglass runs out

hair tangles, no more hairbrush

eyes close for goodbye, there is no more strenth or will to capture visual beauty

summer is gone, embrace your silent winter

all alone as silver snow gently envelops your frozen body

no one left to preserve primitive warmth

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