Swans Commentary » swans.com December 1, 2008  

 

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by Michael Eddins

 

Poetry

 

 

(Swans - December 1, 2008)  

Without you
My bones are fire
and my heat is ice
My chest aches
and my eyes bleed tears
My soul is crushed
and my mind, shattered
My nights are sleepless
and my dreams, only nightmares
I need you to put out the fire
and melt the tightening ice
I need you to wipe away my tears
and free my soul from anguish
Without you
I am lost

 

 

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About the Author

Michael Eddins was born in 1993 in Boise, Idaho, and moved many a times before settling in Newberg, Oregon. He is currently attending high school, going into 10th grade, all the while working on writing four novels and maybe a poetry book. He currently lives in Horseshoe Bend, Idaho.

 

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