Cracks In a Pulse-Less Heart
Here in this wrecked house
passion's corrupted
and there’s molded love
in the cracks of the threshold...
tragic are the echoes within.
The air is infected with the stench
of rotting hope...rotting dreams...
Scents suffocate and I am apt to scream...
but the silence is just too loud...
time is stressing with its second guessing
Yet, when I close my eyes,
these dire walls are dressed in lights,
teasing with glimpses of familiar eyes…
recalling love... that holds no reflection in the mirror.
I once dared to walk in love's parallel world
and the ache in each step weakened the whole of my heart...
yet, there were times I would have lain with death
as it’s shameful concubine.
Now I live each day…going in circles...
wearing this mask of nonsense
fooling many...only love and I know the truth...
I am wounded and all within has been broken…
just waiting to be eulogized
Copyright © T.Nicole Williams | Year Posted 2017
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