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By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 6 months ago Updated 6 months ago 1 min read
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Being whipped under the sinking shadow, drawn by the

Edges of the fire bird Phantom

Hearts torn asunder, I long to hear your golden call

Erased by a dozen sounds of piercing feelings that drove into me like distracted daggers

Anabel-Lee, I look for you in the golden tendrils of the bloody woods

Drama lurking, the movie of the devil raven ever pining in a maddening row of sickness and pain, the

Edifice that was ravenously put between us to tear us apart

Demanded that my head no longer needed my body, without you, I couldn't stay in this world to touch a shared longing, yellow shadow----departed.



Author note- because why would an author need their head without their precious Anabel-Lee?

love poems

About the Creator

Melissa Ingoldsby

I am a published author with work on Patheos.

I am Bexley is on Resurgence Novels for their app here.

The Half Paper Moon is NOW available on Golden Storyline Books! The paperback and Kindle is available now on Amazon!

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Very well written. Keep up the good work!

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  • Novel Allen6 months ago

    That infernal edifice put between always does it. Familiar emotions ever in abundance. Lovely sad poem.

  • Mariann Carroll6 months ago

    Wow , excellent poetry 👏

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  • Why indeed?

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