Search This Blog

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Grief

An articulation of sorrow
An expression in pain, I cannot
Shut my eyes for the memories
Memories of love, possession

She promised me everything I wanted
Every breathe she took, was stolen from me
My fingers brushed her lips in the morning
As silence fell like a shroud for the dead

The words she gave me were sweet, loving
Her eyes lit like sapphires in the evening
Taking blind, unwary fools to bed, like me
I drowned in those pools, reaching for the light  

The breathless hurt of a bursting heart
A vice-grip of disdain and choked desire
Echoes of loss resound in the dark
As shadows dance against the wall

In a parade of fools

No comments:

Post a Comment

I am very interested in your commentary, please respond to anything that interests you.