Resurrection

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Resurrection

Emotionally I was dead , decaying into oblivion, worms feasting on this body of mine.

Aware of everything around , but uncaring and apathetic.

Sinking further into my personal abyss slowly being covered by the earth.

Locked in my black tomb, I wait to draw my last breath, completing my transcendance from this plane to the next.

In the Pitch black darkness I hear nothing but my own heart beat, continually slowing.

Just as my heart beats its last, I am jolted from death's grip by the sound of a shovel.

It Is her , she has come to exhume me from my current state, her love has resurrected what was dead inside of me.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

samberr’s Poems (33)

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Razor Blade 5
Greetings 1
Amanda's 0
Obsticles 0
Masters 0
Pain 0
Mistaken 1
I saw her tonight 0
Take a walk 1
Love 0
Broken 1
Death 0
Her 0
Never look back 1
Love is a rose 0
I am that guy 1
Do you know who I am ? 0
Waiting 0
Where have you gone? 1
Alone, Empty 0
Hands 0
Handprint 1
Where life begins...agai
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1
True Love 2
The reason for the rain 1
Stone Garden 1
Resurrection 0
Mi Amor Especial. 1
Ancient Language 1
Dating 1
Untitled 0
Ascent from Perdition 1
Dance with the Moon 5