BETRAYAL
A gust of wind slams shut the door
as, cold and damp, the night invades
his greying locks of unkempt hair
and dead leaves blow in ragged turmoil.
Shattered now the ornate glass
in scattered shards beyond repair
as each new footfall careless placed
endures the cuts of indiscretion.
And as his breath like fog balloons,
no artificial dusk of neon
penetrates the black of night
and dark grey clouds defy the moon.
Freed now from fraudulent imagery,
ahead he walks the mossy path
where grief, regret and loneliness
bear no relief from torments grasp.
Michael Edwards © October 2015
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another of my bleaker poems accompanied by an image of one of my abstract paintings done with acrylic ink.
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I like the poem and the picture. nice work! ww
Seems to be part of a larger story. I like the imagery. Also you are quite the artist.
Thanks both - glad you like my scribblings
Deep, intense and sublime abstract. Ends on soulful notes. Awesome poem indeed. Kudos.
U r most welcome to comment under my latest poem too . I'm quite a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
Thanks once again Kathy. You have hit the nail on the head - I am currently working on two collections of poems titled: Painting With Words (the serious stuff) and Sketching with Words (the more whimsical). Writing quite a bit of poetry at the moment as the art market is a bit slow at this time of the year.
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