Untitled Poem Word of the Day #15

Within moonlit garden

stone satyrs and nymphs roam

sat upon the marble bench

listening to that song.

Tears 

falling 

silver in the light

caress a cheek

once marred by hands

now smooth

refreshed 

renewed .

Heart so cold

shriveled 

pull in tight

never let it out again.

Upon whisps of mist

haunting melody

twisting

turning

licking my ears 

making me feel…..

making me love…..

making me hate…..

making me scream…..

making me want to rend wrists

to stop the pain 

to stop the anger

to stop the world

I have decided I want to get off.

Same litany

over and over…..

heartache

despair 

rage

oh such murderous rage……

beneath my feet 

nourished by the tears you caused to fall

hidden grave

rotting bones

I get the final grace. 

 

January 24/19