Forsaken On This Day
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Today’s wind shifts too fast like a muddle
of invisible lint…perhaps dust,as the air
resists this heart's unanswered questions
howling about this litany of a crushed promise:
Wired thoughts rip my lily bouquet now strewn
the ground of lament; an aborted vow
silencing chapel aisles on this day, this day.
I turn celibate much like a nun in front
of an altar… forsaken ,that my pain grates
a most benevolent night that has no syllable
for me…for on this day, a betrothal undone
leaves me hanging , hanging on a cross.
I’ll never know the why of a turnaround choice;
except in his runaway scheme ,my eyes
grow blank…nipped iodized entombed.
It is freezing now; a light bent in prayer
disappears with and lost in the winds.
John Hamilton's Contest: Lost Love
Free Verse or Rhyme
Resubmitted 5/12/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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