New Poetry Wednesday: Sightless

I entered this piece into the August Flash Fiction Contest at Devin’s Forum. I got second place… again. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride or so it seems.


Woke to find an icy hand
The hand of Death around my throat

Though I continue to live
Know that existence will never be
Never be the same without you

Though I can see
I am sightless to all
Now that you are gone
Taking away colors
Tucked so neatly in your pocket

Though I breathe, I am obsolete
As Death’s claws sink deeper
Into my throat, into my soul

Though I want to awaken
You will not come
To shake me from this grim reverie

Though I lay dying
For your carelessness
Exercised upon my heart
I want you near

Though I find honesty
I long for fabrication
Lies from your faulty lips
Making the world easier
Easier to perceive

Inspired by: “I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came…and I was awakened.” – From Lover Awakened by JR Ward

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