as her heart becomes inflamed
with a hurt so deep
so dark
charred by an absence
of love,
of care...
Tears turning inward
filling her mind
her heart
her spirit ~ with the deepest pain
Tears turning inward
heart dying inside turning black
deceased heart
deceased love
deceased from the fragile state
As you slipped into the darkness
your soul cried out for the chains
to be pried from their grip that
held and
suffocated your being
this crinoline steel-like web that's cast itself
to the winds
to the deepest darkest places
where life has no chance to be,
to survive
what else is there to
this dance of damning qualities
within, without...
where life has turned
brought a wickedness
from below
levels deep
hidden in disparaging thoughts
that forever drown
who she wants to be...
who she wants to be...
©
2009
image source: Tears_of_stone_III_In_memoriam_by_aphostol
9 comments:
powerful
mind and pen,
Calli!
C~
Calli, I love the heart that pours itself into the describing of the indescribable...you do it absolutely beautifully. You are an amazing artist of the highest caliber...I adore your works! Love and Light always and may you always be blessed with faith and hope... that all is as it should be. SOS
Yep it's me, Steve again! This time Calli, you hit the bull's eye for PG's daughter, I copied your poem TEARS TURNING INWARD for her.
She came out to my room and we both cried since your words meant Soooo much to her...and to me.
I love it... as you know this relates so much to me my dear friend *Tears turning inward for they have nowhere else to go...*
The second is great too , i see it flowing with your thoughts as it comes... so only YOU can really understand... That's what poetry is supposed to be about!!
Love xoxoxxo
Dulce
"charred by an absence
of love" this is my absolute favourite line. to descriptive, so lost.... got your muse back calli? i believe so...
Calli, this poem is soooo sad.
A woman drenched from the inside,
with tears of pain and lost.
The refrain mimicing the rhythm
of steady tears.
My goodness, did you dye your hair
brown? This color really brings out
your soulful eyes.
My eternal question: Is love fragile or is love strong?
When there is no love, no warmth or human touch, one does wither away, suffering a very slow agonizing death.
The touch of another, the warmth of the body keeps the spirit alive. Such a simple gift and so hard to find . . . .
Thank you for sharing your wonderful writing
Egmont
There is such a depth of emotion in your work.
So strong at times it makes me want to send you a hug!
If only I could write like this to express my own state of affairs lately! Not even the paint brush gets me there right now...hard to paint it when I can't even describe it!
I have no words, really. Just know, I think yours beautiful.
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