Spiritualist Poem by Teresita Blanco

Spiritualist 
by Teresita Blanco
 

I once spoke                    With terrible honesty

About this weaknesses,    I wrote 1000 pages

That shamed me               Consumed by sorrow  

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Their dying breath,            within my soul

 Echoes softly,                   A fragile light

 Leaves a terrible mark     burning so strong

With the stench of death   Killed my might

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Let us bury them           In the marble hill   

 I cannot stand                This same requiem 

This terrible silence        will not let me forget

 Chills my bones             How unlucky I am

For holding them dear    To be born living while dying 

Copyright Teresita Blanco

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Description: One Super Depressing Experimental Poem • About: This poem is about me and my struggle • Accountable Person: Fernando Blanco • Author: Teresita Blanco • Awards: None • Content Location: poems • Content Rating: 5 • Contributor: Fernando Blanco • Copyright Holder: Teresita Blanco • Copyright Year: 2012 • Creator: Teresita Blanco • Editor: Fernando Blanco • Genre: Sad • Headline: Spiritualist Poem by Teresita Blanco • Keywords: 1000, chill, cold, copyright, curse mark, death, double pondered, fragile, graveyard, light, might, original, poems, requiem, sad, shame, spirit, teresita blanco, weak, • Mentions: NA • Provider: Me • Publisher: Phi Stars • Publishing Principles: Teresita Blanco • Source Organization: Phi Stars • Version: 7 • Item Reviewed: Poems • Review Rating: 5 •