Fallen Shadow
her shadow, fallen,
beneath the weeping of emerald fields-
barriers of broken wings never held her,
they only left her breathless
she longs for redemption for transgressions
not her fault-
for youth stole her innocence and she is
left one day away from never ending solitude
laden in restful slumber she dreams
of fallen angels that should have saved her-
they vowed to protect not neglect;
she sat by the shattered sill and waited…
WAITED FOR LOVE
adrift the ivory snow is where she lived,
above the hillside yet below the mount-
seeking the winter chill to ease the heat
of loss;
ignited in blazing embers of hope burning,
no longer safe inside the visceral temple
she handcrafted so long ago
she knew not how i felt for her-
if only i could rest her head on my chest
and we could be us...
one more time
i say farewell under the twilit harvest moon-
walk away from her grave
-once more-
26th of January 2020
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2020
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