They met in a tropical storm
Lovers once
Best of friends perhaps
His sour mash temper
No match for tragic tears
Acid avalanche
Stark reality
Reared its ugly head
She told him to go to hell
I’ve been there already said he
Her coal black eyes
Piercing
Filled with seething rage
Subtle hint of fear
Melancholy gaze
No answers found that day
Only more confusion
Rueful disconnect
Mindless admiration
Severely dashed hopes
Sacred dreams
Lay bleeding in the city street
She simply walked away
As if she were invincible
A soul must be set free
Or it shall cease to be
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009
This is a strong poem but a factual one, there is a destructive kind of
love and we have the choice to free ourselves from it. Great write and remarkable last line: "A soul must be set free or it shall cease to be."
You write so well, Bill.
Cynthia
A passionate and heartbreaking write. You could feel the pain of this love gone wrong. Beautiful.
Mary