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written by: Gigi Lee



I died, but I am,
Still here lingering;
With the mist— coexisting.

Waiting for that brave soul,
To look past, the horror,
Of the dark — conceiving.

Stare back right through my eyes;
Behind the flowing raven colored crown,
See my tears — cascading.

Hear my voice and not the howl.
Listen to the lament,
Of my soul — suffering.

Tired and alone in an endless loop,
I stayed but now, I do not even know,
“What is it that I want and still hoping for?”

Help me remember, who I am, why I'm here,
Feared, when it is me who's haunted,
By the nightmares I wore on my skin.

Free me, and I shall spare you,
Of the torment that reflects my own;
Let this existence be just an illusion.

Help gravity pin me back under,
An earthen bed laced with Calla Lilies.
Buried throughout eternity, forgotten!

Gigi Lee

Gigi Lee

Maria Lagdameo a.k.a. OxyMoronicMe GLemz or GiGi Lee is a working woman in her mid thirties whose passion includes arts and crafts and writing and likes grassy diet, old books, drawing and painting, listening to loud music, creating and reading poetry, watching long T.V. Series.
She has been writing since her high school days but just got seriously involved last 2016. She likes to experiment and to try writing in different styles (including erotica and dark poetry). Her works to date include: fourteen (14) articles, one (1) novel, eighteen (18) short stories and two hundred thirty-eight poems (238). She had won numerous times in different poetry writing competitions and have two short stories and four poems included in Book Anthologies.
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