the richness of its colour caresses my hands in lean long lines that define the path of my life a silk like vice around my throat a whole tin of dewdrops white and disillusioned cold and uncaring emotions that mean nothing and people who do. the world,my oyster. bursting at its seams clouded by misty rain a fear . solitude?loneliness?rejection? the boat has sunk. its treasures all lost and forgotten where are you when i need you so? the threshold of despair. and longing. molten.simple. clear as glass what have i come to? an icy hand . a spear of gold through my brain shivering .shuddering. split open.violated. what have i done? regret?loss? a game of the past? a legacy of hers lovingly piercing my thoughts with its sting of poison ivy what have you done? ruined.desolate.empty. standing at the altar of life begging for a little mercy. a soothing touch. two big tears salty sentiments.foolish. and a tombstone that reads- the curse of the black eye lives on. Even the mighty fall...
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