Love has been gutted
Tender tears hemorrhage from weary wounds
The ashes of a dream have heaven butted
Memory's rain washes the tombs
Names from marble are eroded
The sun raises on a beggars world
In an eternal spring the queen of hearts is corroded
Out of a glass house a stone is hurled
Silently smashing the mirrors of time
Under a locked jaw the tongue does wilt
Prosecuted for a nonexistent crime
From broken glass raises the dust of guilt
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: December 21st, 2022 07:32
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Comments4
wonderful wordsmithery from you creates totally negative scene
Thank you Dusk for your review and kind comments.
My dear friend, powerful words that hit their mark. How often have I thought "If only I could go back". I can only regret what might have been, when death closes the door forever. Wonderful verse that touches such sadness.
Thank you Bella for your most kind remarks. They are deeply appreciated,
If only... the most asked question in the world.
Andy
Thank you Andy it is and also one of those that has no answer.
Brilliant!!!
Thank you L.B.
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