Fay Slimm.





The chains
holding me sane distort
and break
at this time of day.

Memory seeps
out of sunset and turns
my heart
red to rusted yearning.

As sad sheds
its skin regret finds ways
to tint my
mind steadily grey.

Love given
half-felt will ever tax
for trust
broken credit lacks.

must bear the resultant
ache as 
truth of betrayal palls.

After you, 
ready-packed, told me
goodbye it
began to rain credence.

No more
can be said about miss
than tears
at bedtime's insistence.

The chains
holding me sane break
so badly
at this time of day.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2018 04:16
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 53
  • User favorite of this poem: kingOfOne.
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  • kingOfOne

    I hope you see the sun again, fay.. loved it to say the absolute least.

  • orchidee

    A good write Fay. Aww, and why those chains break that hold people sane, when I begin to sing?! heehee.

  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Well-written Fay.

    No tears!

    You may also view it as light rather than darkness or an escape from the chains that bind. 🙂

  • Neville

    Not only do these fine words read well, they also look good on the page and deliver a powerful message too... thoroughly enjoyed Fay and true... Neville

  • Neville

    this is, without any doubt an excellent poem.. melancholic maybe, but quite necessarily so.... Neville

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