Delicate Crimson
The blazing heat e x h a u s t e d
me mid-autumn...
I never knew love's kindle could
extinguish into ash from a sagacious death.
You entered my f r a g m e n t e d veins,
searching for a ruby bloodline to remorse.
Forsaken without nourishment-
indifferent with lassitude.
I fear the inertia of my soul has been unseen
and craves devotion with sensitivity unsleeping.
I have no stars left to count, no scarlet lilies left to pick and in my aching sympathies I find apathetic desires. Mother Nature brought her introvenient shame withering all willows weeping. Abandoned leaves dive…
...delicate crimson.
Original contest, Memories of May Poetry Contest
Contest judged, May 8, 2019
Date written: May 3, 2018
For the contest, Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2018
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