Fate..
The clocks have stopped
Stuttering into mournful silence the second
You stopped talking to me
As if you held time’s brittle thread in your hands
And, like one of the cold-eyed Fates,
Snipped it with a rusted pair of shears
Nonchalant as you please
Like you weren’t just slicing a heart in two
Like I never meant anything to you at all
I envy you your ruthlessness
In the face of death you toss your head and smile
That sweet smile that was once only meant for me
Death is your lover now
I have been forgotten
Thrown out with the trash
Cast off into the world,
A broken down ship with her moorings cut
Drifting on life’s fickle tides
Alone in the grey gloom that has descended over my
Tear-lit eyes
Like a blind fool I fumble and grope
My flailing fingers searching for your hand in the cold night air
But there’s nothing there
Nothing to hold on to but shards of memory
And broken dreams
And the prospect of my own final sigh
Because Death is your consort and she glares at me
With green-tinged eyes
Remembering that I was yours
And though she will suck you down into her depths
Enfolding you in a warm musty embrace
The fate she has in store for me is darker
Bloody and slow, a torture chamber of
Bitter recollections and lost kisses and broken-hearted tears
Unlike you I will die alone
Stranded on my island in the midst of this timeless sea
My heartbeat slowly fading to black
And the memory of your warmth dwindling from my
Ravaged skin.
Copyright © Amy Van De Casteele | Year Posted 2009
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