A very personal poem and my first for a long time.
A Hideous Spirit
A smiling face that hid loathsome strategies
still haunts the shadows, lurking with predatory instinct,
ravenous in relentless pursuit of impossible dreaming.
A heart once embraced by lustful passion
destroyed by a Vampire’s thoughtless scheming.
Hideous spirit, you took what was not yours to take.
Your charm and transient grace would manifest fake. Fingers, dancing delicately over a heaving breast
with voluptuous elegance you conned my heart
into feeling safe. Yet you tore it from my chest,
splintering sensual pleasure for a lifetime of pain
because you thought it best.
Now a cadaverous shell I lay,
my heart at your feet
on a canvas less painted in blood.
Pages of a life ripped from a spine-broke-book,
fly like leaves cracking on a withering wind
blown in disarray across a dispassionate wasteland.
Scattered to oblivion – a history lost to that look.
© P. Williams 2004
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|This is very powerfully moving, Paul; and I can relate well to the feelings expressed. Thank you for sharing this poetic offering. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Wow...this is deep and very emotive Paul!!
Hope you are Okay!!
Know the feeling well!!
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Welcome to the club. Tough write, strong imagery.|