Saturday, July 12, 2008

Song Of The Last Siren Comments

Rating: 5.0

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories.
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts.
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away.
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Satish Verma
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Daedalus Labyrinth 12 July 2008

Beautiful poem, beautiful imagery. Very well written.

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