Untitled (Amber), a general poetry

Untitled (Amber)

Just an odd little piece I wrote a few years ago. . .I rather liked it, though I never could title it. Ah well. What's in a name, after all. . .? Everyone who reads this goes away with something different. ..I won't try to summarize it.

Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 102 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 09-28-01 - id: 417942

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~~Untitled (Amber)~~

Amber fades down to dust
and silver tarnishes,
dull and lusterless black
that it perhaps always was
in the bleak corners
of the soul.

We pray in desperation
for an Answer,
for Salvation
and Forgiveness.
Perhaps,
like small children
chasing foxfire in the night,
we even grasp it
Briefly
only for it to slip
through our fingers;
abstracted blades of light.

Worlds die
and stars burn out,
but always it dwells
within the weeping eye,
Tears of Blood
on the soul
of an innocent,
Tarnished silver
and amber becoming dust
in the hand.

~(c) ??/?? The Mad Poet (A.K. LaBelle)


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