Alone

Alone

Must I attempt to live or die

It seems insane to even try

My image chills me to the core

The beauty that I’d known before

Is buried in this earthly clay

Where taste and smell still permeate

Each layer of your memory

Embedded by the ecstasy

Of having known the touch of you

And now no other touch will do

 

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on July 22, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. andersphansen

    Melancholy

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  2. Absolutely beautiful..

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  3. As ever, much appreciated Anders!

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