Mystic Rose Rose Poet Quatrain

Between the Sheets of Byzentine

When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside 
the wounded crevices of yesterday the caves of solid night 
and while the moon slow hesistates the shadows soon invite 
a woman bound and tearful, between the sheets of byzentine 

Every silent drop of silence is a sorrowful language of mourn 
and all her laughter lines of yonder have turned to solid clay 
she's lost her spark for life for his tender arms no longer hold
the shivering body of her frame , now thats a crying shame...

And so the magic stars of night begin to shine to no avail 
he's turned her inside out and left her shades of gray 
the pillows bare and the comforter is wrinkled and unused 
she winds us feeling sad, discomfortingly abused...

When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside 
all the shadows of the night accomplices of fright 
and as the moon glides by and hides away her light 
she cries, between the sheets, of byzentine ...

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M. L. Kiser December 10, 2019 at 3:43 PM Oh dear, this is quite sad; blessings to you and it will get better. Keep looking up.

Silent One December 8, 2019 at 2:15 PM Oh my friend this is a poem so deep and emotive...I feel the sadness through your words...I hope you are ok.

Vijay Pandit December 7, 2019 at 6:48 AM So many brilliant lines in this poem, like: Every silent drop of silence is a sorrowful language of mourn and all her laughter lines of yonder have turned to solid clay. Awesome in every way my friend. Excellent write.