Arise with sun as light shatters <br />the thin film of darkness. <br />Claw blindly for the fading fragments <br />of dream, strain to remember the <br />face, the place. How can there <br />be an end, if there is no image of <br />the start. Half the world rises, as <br />the other half rests. <br />And I am thrust into your tired eyes. <br />Just before you opened them I loved <br />you like never before. <br />Whilst you were gone, dreaming of <br />laying in another mans lap, <br />I felt the pull inside the knot of my belly. <br />I was the unborn child knocking on the walls <br />of his mothers womb. <br />Hearing the soft vibrations of her voice <br />drifitng in and out of peace.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-on-to-the-last/
