No Regrets
Dappled shadows sway and dance upon her face;
The *** ends of stars smoulder miles above,
Casting a brittle radiance across her pallid skin...
She lies on her balcony, naked and chilled,
Pondering the heavens and her own melancholy –
Two oceans of darkness, one above, one buried deep inside...
Her sadness is fathomless as the sea, and as cold
It fills her with hollow pain, with the stench of death
And there in the moonlight she mourns,
A pearly white widow, clad in intangible robes of nostalgia
Oh god, how she misses, how she yearns...how she regrets
Inside the confines of her skull there lies a dismal graveyard
It is filled with the skeletons of dead and rotting loves -
She has given her heart to many in her brief life,
Given it as freely as spare change –
And reaped the consequences in razor-scars,
And floods of bitter tears, enough to drown a city
Or at least all of the men who have betrayed her
Now the bare bones of her decrepit longings jangle,
Creating a zombie chorus in the depths of her ribs
And the night wind howls their names and their treacheries
Shrieking them down her aching ears...
But still she lies there, quiet and beautiful in despair,
And still she loves, her battered heart refusing to cease its beats
Because though love may have wounded her with mortal blows,
And though men have crushed her faith to dust,
Still a life without love is no life at all
And, fallen angel that she is, her halo still gleams with a tarnished shine
And her gentle soul prepares itself to - one day - love and lose again
Copyright © Amy Van De Casteele | Year Posted 2009
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