A Plea For Love
A Plea For Love
My chest is a toomb
for my broken heart,
Covered by dust in every part...
in blankets, made not by a loom,
Smothered in the dark.
Tangled webs of mist
haunt this vacant grave
with echos from a reckless knave
Regailing some heroic list
Pity cannot save.
Is there not a rose
For this heart to beat
of petals soft and smell so sweet
To open up what death did close...
Ressurrect...Complete...?
~Deborah Burch 03/11/12~©
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
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