Saturday, November 12, 2011

Glance Of Hope...Or is it ?


Morning after.
As I return to the field of battle, echoes of your screams fade away, when you notice me coming closer. Your face is pale, withered and dried from all the tears you spilled. You raise your head to look at me with your eyes, still full of hope and anticipation, only to meet my cold gaze.
Tears break out, filling your eyes with water. You try to hide them, but you are unable.
 Your body shivers, as I pull you out of the dry, brown moor of blood, bringing you closer to me, gently moving your hair from your face. Your eyes looking deeply into my soul, arms absently going for a hug... 
But I merely step back, looking at you coldly; motionless as you hug air where I was standing just a moment ago. Your dreams crushed, words you long to hear for so long are once more left unspoken. You fall apart. Your body, destroyed, and filled with sadness, can't bare to endure another strike. Your eyes, still full of hope and belief, stare at me, searching, expecting any consolation for a broken heart.
Without a mere glance, I slowly turn from you, letting the word "come" slowly fall from my lips, as I stride back to the darkness, from which I came in the first place.
You follow without a word, shivering, holding back your tears, hoping that everything will turn out to be just a dream, and that you will be awake the moment you step in the darkness with me..




By: Lazar Smcko Ajdacic

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