Stepping Through Time
Stepping through time
The song it was sad, such a desolate melody
We danced to a weeping of horrific dreams
Symphonies lost as the days go uncounted
Steps keep the tempo, delusional scenes
A pirouette frown lingers sorrowed poetically
Her hand is cold, almost lifeless in mine
And in those eyes, distant teardrops are echoing
Staring the ending not far down the line
Depression illumines the dark shadows crawling
Moon light deceives like an absentee star
Violins pluck out a lonely notation
High pitched and weary like bells in a jar
Stepping through time to the lonely days harboring
Soon it will be but a waltzed aftermath
Holding her close midst the demons now battling
This, the last dance, me and Sylvia Plath
2/7/17
Written for the: Stepping Through Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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