She dances with her shadow
to songs of yesterday
a sad and distant melody
with nothing more to say
Her love has gone astray
She dreams of starlit paradise
painted on the blue moon sky
She knows her love is gone for good
her love is set to die
yet still she wonders why
She holds the blade
against her wrist
Her life begins to flow
Her heart becomes her enemy
But why she doesn’t know
Awakened form her stormy sleep
a chill within her breast
she turns and sees her lover there
alone in peaceful rest
untouched by her nightly test
Depression’s horror at its best
Lori,
This speaks volumes:Her heart becomes her enemy
But why she doesnÂ’t know.
I feel your frustration here, on so many levels!!!! The depth of these lines is chilling! Incredible write!!!
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He needs a wife. She needs a reason to trust him. He fell for her at first sight. She, not so much.
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Aloha, Mundo
This speaks volumes:Her heart becomes her enemy
But why she doesnÂ’t know.
I feel your frustration here, on so many levels!!!! The depth of these lines is chilling! Incredible write!!!
Please visit my site if you ever have the time!!!!!! And if you ever want to talk, my ears and shoulders are always here!!!!!!
In light and love,
Hugs,
Maria
xoxoxo
Great write my friend,
Sharon;)
Sandie Angel :o)
depression at it's best good write!!!
Scada
I have so many friends who do SI.. my daughter included. This poem was chillingly real.
Love and Light;
dreamweaver
has it really died not ever to be replaced no matter who shares her bed.
I'm with Peggy on this one....
Glad that you woke up
and saw some peace.
Well done...