Charles Smith Poet I do not know?

And Then There Was One

The silent screams of a woman in pain,
the death tole climbs as she rattles her chains.
Tears fall down like ashes on snow,
She weeps only now because she is alone.

What started out as perfect spring,
Has turned to be the most horrid of things.
When first they met it seemed ordained,
But when all done there is only pain.

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Kabuteng P.Ink K. June 26, 2010 at 8:37 AM this sure is quite heart wrenching--of love found and lost, I hope I understood right --you used some wonderful metaphors here too, I particularly liked how you compared tears to ashes on snow--wow. thanks for sharing this, Charles--- nikko :)

Poet Destroyer A June 25, 2010 at 4:36 PM wonderful use when comparing life and love being gone. the only thing we will exceed is the true life of nothing but what was there in the first place...enjoyed reading this the 3rd time,,, I carry my own opinion on your wonderful poems.. still i think your ,,(follower) was a knockout .. and i enjoyed it,..p.d.

Charles Smith June 13, 2010 at 3:12 PM not entirely sure what you meant by that.... but i did understand the good write thing, so thanks

Poet Destroyer A June 13, 2010 at 12:11 PM good write, all good things end in bad, enjoyed..P.D.