The sky is sinister, bleak,
and bruised with dark clouds.
Slivers of a nebulous moon
are mirrored in puddles of rain.
She stares with vacuous eyes
glazed with mute tears
her doleful heart thuds within,
utterly consumed with pain
Love, that once opened up a great
treasure chest of glittering jewels
Now cuts like sharp shards of ice
and rips her soul with rapacious claw
The joy that once danced in her eyes
and adorned her soul
swallowed by desolation.
She is trapped, helpless, raw
Dismally, she walks with leaden feet
to face her image in a cold mirror
Eyes darkened with anguish
stare from a face ghostly white
Hope gone, after lonely hours
yawned seemingly into eternity
Fear grips as darkness descends,
obliterating the light
© Chanti 2004 All rights reserved
I read this and I thought about how terrible it is to lose love but then I thought about how wondrous it is to find it again.
The end of the road is often only a sign that a new journey is about to begin.
Paul
The depths of your expression is very powerful and your imagery is outstanding. I can feel the pain in this write. Your message at the end is full of wisdom. If one keeps their heart open to love, it will come again and oh how glorious!
Cynthia
piece. Nicely done!
Thanks for sharing!!
Yip I can relate to this so well!!
Love Tinka
Felix
a provocative, searing write--powerful imagery and emotionally charged, this write is perfection! captures the mood definatively and brilliantly. BRAVA!
i'm glad you're okay--
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
when I read an intensely moving piece like this.
You are so talented, Ms. Chanti, and I have to keep wondering why
you don't know that about yourself.
A brilliant "mind search" in these lines, and I am so glad it is
NOT you that you write about here.