Sharp Shards of Morning
It just renews the ache
Brings back the pain
The happier times before
Are now empty and slain
Memories they are all
Where ever I turn and glance
Every corner every angle
Stupefied in a trance
Eyes heavy with heartache
Lids bleeding ruby drops
Insanity, a moment of madness
My heart just wants to stop
Words uttered not in silence
Thoughts numbed in shock
Loneliness and searching
Haunted I take stock
Eyes mirrored facing backwards
Do I even understand?
The heartache and destruction
Caused by my own hand!
Will I ever defeat my demons?
Creeping along nights’ edge
Upon sharp shards of morning
Do I want it… no rather be dead!
© Elga ~Indigo~
20 August 2005
O3H24AM
I am very proud that we have been friends before i Arrived here and then finding your creative, strong character here was a blessing and
I have read many of your awesome writes. Your presentation and your art is absolutely supreme. I pray you feeling better .
God bLESS You Elga....with good health of body and spirit and all
beautiful things for your loved one's and for you',
I will contact you tonight okay i hope.
peace',
rich Criso Suarez
Regis
God bless,
Tim
love and peace
Paul;-)
Take care,
sherry
Sharp, shattering poetry--hope you're okay. :(
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Love, and best wishes for resolution,
Eileen
Love Tinka
The angst is very powerful.
The line caused by my own hand. That's the healing. Most go into denial..
Reindeer
Best wishes
Felix