The Cadence


Tonight the paltry veil of sleep
Lifted from this dreamer’s keep
As steady pulses in my ears
Stabbed me with a sense of fear
Evening shadows took my breath
Once again the hand of death
Had brushed me with a pasty pallor
Somewhere inside an ominous hour
Whence I gazed at my reflection
Having had no recollection
Of the image that I faced
As trembling fingers reached to trace
The hollow that I felt inside
Gripping me both far and wide
Deep within my heartbeat sang
A dirge of death – its cadence rang

©Kay Salady


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 December 29, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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