|Edge of the Earth
Author: invisible.writer PM
Written as a tribute to the style of Sylvia PlathRated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 144 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 2 - Published: 06-06-04 - id: 1629870
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Edge of the Earth
Death decided to visit today,
He hates to see me happy,
Each visit concludes unchanged.
For Past sits silently reminding
I was a phantasm once.
I hid behind that which made marionettes envious,
Masks made me
Decay of the human soul
Took but a tick of time before
My eloquent ending
Presented itself in penned perfection.
And I touched the edge of the earth,
Touched and twisted and turned.
Death was disappointed.
Hell was disjointed.
For I had envisioned the end
A prose, a poem, a pulchritudinous song,
A blissful banishment into Nevermore
But not so.
The grazing hand of Hell graced
My cheek, burning.
And the depths of darkness spit
Me out, alive again.
Consciousness was captivating
Envisioned was an eclipse of eternity.
Is an art, like everything else.
You never paint a perfect piece until you try.