Monday, August 18, 2014

Promise

Bated breath, angry moan
Tear drop turned to stone
Oh the stare, that piercing stare
An empty nest, a bird flown
Smiles that lived, eyes that shone
Numb flesh, unfeeling bone
Oh the silence, that cold silence
A promise left all alone...

1 comment:

  1. wow... I love this... its interesting... the play between desires threatening to express and shying away... :)

    Your blog name pulled me here... for I too swear by the written word. :)

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