Crushed
I gazed, watched to replay
A parade of fireflies in wild ballet--
Flickering like eve’s hue
Where heaven gleamed, anew
With a radiant view—
Yet , cold silence left me in disarray.
Until dark hours grew frail
As tenuous breath forgot to inhale
The fragrance of new moon,
Ambrosial its tune .
I hid in my cocoon,
Forsaken by love’s goodbye…how pale.
Night's wind--it had no song
It swirled low as blackbirds drifted along--
From raking of all trees
The insolent breeze
Peeled new boughs with such ease,
Reflecting my fate-- what went right or wrong?
Then roaming without care
Anguish crushed hope on a lone thoroughfare,
Oh barren fate, undone
A shattered plight not won …
Counting myself as one
Lit fireflies vanished, marking my despair.
Crushed Contest of Anthony Biaanco
Repost 6/18/2020
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2018
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