The Other One

by Roy De Beuckelaer

Standing on a mountain top.
The darkness calls my name.
Whispers are tempting me.
I watch the storm approaching.
If I were alive I would feel the wind lashing my body.
As an icy whip embraces my whole being.
I stand still, staring at the distance.
My eyes pierce the dark with ease.
I know she is drawing closer with each shallow breath I take.
Still I don't see her.
I would have never dared to dream that there could be another one.
Another one like me.
Something that could be mistaken for a smile formed on my face.
I don't know why she's here.
I don't know what I will do when she gets here.
Is it a test of strength, of will?
Is it a matter of power and might?
Or something even fouler then this.
She is close, standing right behind me.
I know we could fight each other for an eternity to come.
Fight with all the power and cruelty I have in me.
Fight until one of us finds his final death.
Or love her until the end of time.
What shall I do with this,... other one

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Jul 23, 2013
its meaningful
by: katie

i think this poem is realy good and meaningful well done

Apr 11, 2013

If that one doesn't work, ask the Lord in prayer
to lead you to the right one. He did that for me
and we celebrated 53 years of marriage before He
took her home. Prayer works....

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