His body cries like the hands of burning time,
flares like a candle-
one blow it dies.
I hear his mind,
screen thoughtless eyes-
his mouth trembling,
when I kiss those lips goodbye.
I watch his hatred blend with the cold of air-
holding my breath,
my bleeding heart still cares.
His whispers resound my pleads,
“You don’t understand me,”
I speak loudly!
Standing in his shadows silence alone,
faintest silhouettes enclose-
in tears I’m exposed.
Alike the light that burned our memories bright,
dims under black cloak- of
stress and strife.
Nor you or I,
can ever descry the light.
I give up!
Your flames ultimate demise.
jeni
wow, you are a talented poet… I hope its just a poem and all is well in paradise 🙂
Just wrote what I feel at that moment….
Jeni Johnson http://www.jentendesigns.net
Thats great!