Drowning In Her Tears
Echoes from a haunting refrain
buried deep within the many corridors
of her heart, weave their tangled, worn threads
playing on her memories
like the delicate, frayed strings of a lonely violin
Lingering whispers intricately
seek the depths to the labyrinth of her soul
creating a tapestry of wild cinnamon roots and twisted leaves
Her wounds of torn and shattered illusions
roar their voices in her mind
like a jungle of ethereal savagery
that clipped her silken dreams
leaving her flying with broken wings
He'd betrayed her with his feigned love
leaving her void of soothing rhythms
in which to bathe her wounded flesh
Fractured fragments of terra cotta stones
and random pieces of broken seashells
was the substance used as ragged patches
for her tattered, broken heart
The mortar- damp from tears that fell
like foggy, misty rain on delicate, shattered glass
Amethyst, turquoise skies filled the air
with the earthy smell of oncoming storms.
Every fiber unraveled and unnerved her senses
as if she were on fire...
leaving her skin like that of a peeled orange
revealing the depth and layers of her strangled emotions
In the dark stillness of the night...
she heard roaring blood curdling drumbeats
of loud, rumbling thunder- shooting its devouring bolts of lightning...
shaking the whole of all Creation
She stood in the shadows- aching- bewildered
running breathlessly, seeking a fortress of safety
as the drumbeats followed her every move
The whole of Earth was suddenly filled with many
echoed songs of past remembered moons
He did not care her heart was broken,
leaving her shivering, drowning in her own tears
All she had left was a broken heart...
cold as ice
*~*
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