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Beneath the Frost

this autumn air leaves me gasping in the depth of thoughts i scrape frost from windshields on mornings that resemble your heart the wind carries the tune of unsung lullabies better than you some days you linger like october's leaves the trails of my pain spiraling in these winds our eyes meet in the mirror as i drive along trying to forget you bleached blonde beauty your glamour only ran skin deep i saw the truth seep in the roots of auburn drab i've grown my layers out even tried to scribble color in darker tones to regain myself yet it always fades back to platinum sometimes i despise looking at you in the mirror looking back at me sometimes i want to find me without you because you make me dislike what a see you make me hate myself just like you seemed to i wonder does it make you stand proud knowing you still can kill me even in death your hold chokes

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Lu Loo

Date: 10/27/2019 1:55:00 PM

how did I miss this one? Oh my, so beautiful SS, thanks for sharing yet another beauty :) -luloo

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/27/2019 1:59:00 PM

Thank you so much...my muse dumped a bunch of emotional writes at once... i had been clearing pictures off my computer in the event it dies...my emotions were everywhere hugs....:)

Hello There

Date: 10/24/2019 11:08:00 PM

This was razor-sharp and gut-wrenching, my friend...an excellent write!!

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/25/2019 10:57:00 AM

thank you my friend....the frost this morning got to my muse... hugs :)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 10/24/2019 10:50:00 AM

I felt the intensity of your write, especially towards the ending..so sad my friend. Though you gave many clues: leaves grasping...frost on windows..trails of pain. As always, your feelings touch the reader..this is an awesome write, Sandy.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/24/2019 10:56:00 AM

Thank you so much Vijay...i appreciate all your kind words and visits...there is much pain where she is concerned, yet she relied on me to see her through the cancer to the end...i finally had the mother i always wished i had but knew it was temporary...i rarely drive to her grave

Chris Green

Date: 10/24/2019 10:41:00 AM

Oh my, this was dark and sad and angry it seems to me. The depth of your words brings a chill to my heart. A graphic and disheartening poem that is still in my eyes a beautiful piece of art. Even when you are crushing your pen against the page something glorious is found in the ink. Deeply affecting my friend.

Sandra Adams
Date: 10/24/2019 10:50:00 AM

thank you Chris...there is much hurt where she is concerned...it was just the anniversary of a hit and run accident wednesday...i always thought she was the one who did it because not long before, she threatened to run me over, i stood there, telling her to go ahead...a friend yanked me out of the way, her lover worked in a garage, it would have been easy to fix the car quickly...i hate that she made herself look like me... hugs