Bells For Eveline Pt. 2

Bells For Eveline Pt. 2 short poem

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Jesus Christ spoke from the holy book,
That suffering is at an end,
If that’s all it truly took,
Then lonely Eveline wouldn’t have to pretend,
The rain falls while she does mourn,
Days pass, unnoticed by her grief,
As naked as the day we’re born,
Eveline searches her body for relief,
Chills run down her cracking skin,
As the wind breathes the cold,
Knowing not where she’d been,
Eveline grasps for a life to hold,
Gazing upon her slender face,
The mirror replies with the beauty hidden from sight,
A picture of delicate grace,
A solitary candle in the darkness of night.

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I'm a student currently studying journalism at App state. Writing is my main passion in life and I currently am focused on writing a novel as my main project with poems on the side. Hopefully after an appropriate amount of time I will have written enough poems to string them together as part of one coherent theme and release a poetry book.
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