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A Bright Sunny Day

Updated on April 4, 2015

 The winds of death, scatter our lives apart. 

Dust covers the remains of fossilized feelings,

not yet found.

Let me hold the cold hand, one more time.

When I swooned and fell on your grave,

could you feel my tears?

When I pounded the earth in anger, would

you have responded if you could?


Behind dead dreary roses lies the tombs of our

now dead dreams.

So many of our plans died in the battle ensued.

Anger was a worthy feast when you were taken.

Death was a worthy adversary, a fallen one.

Life was an unquenchable thirst, as the

parched lips of Happiness choked and died

from dehydration of the soul.


Clenched fists and powerful crushing frowns

are now my only way with dealing with

my loss to Death.

However, when I am strong enough I'll

battle him again, and he will

fall slashed and dead at my feet,

as you to his feet,

in my vengeance.                                           


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      peachy 2 years ago from Home Sweet Home

      great, I seldom read poems, I guess hubbers are great with words

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      xxojokermanoxx 7 years ago from The Forbidden Funhouse

      Can only say thanks....

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      Pachuca213 7 years ago

      This was very intense...and I enjoyed it. Funny, you use the name Joker, I wrote a hub about someone I called JOKER, someone I lost so many years ago. I love that name.....take care.