DanceswithwordsOde to a fragile self deceit
December 16th 2006 04:05
Shadow scars her loving face,
Kept silent by closed fisted caress,
She wears the badge of her tortured home,
Behind her crimson wedding dress,
Love that was once a heartfelt serenade,
Has become a blood stained canvas,
She sings a requiem for the end of spring,
Once so beautiful now so powerless.
She will never see past the remnants of her broken heart,
She will be faithful and forgive while she slowly falls apart.
She will take blame for his cruelty and smile at her tears,
His betrayal now her own, her fault, her life, her fears.
A wreath is laid upon her whispered pain,
Yet no one mourns her hollow laugh.
Desperate longings for a hidden providence,
To find meaning amongst ruins of her past.
She weeps for affection so long forgotten,
Clinging to the thorns that touched her last.
She hides in memories that belong to only her,
Lies of a once tender kiss become her mask.
Kept silent by closed fisted caress,
She wears the badge of her tortured home,
Behind her crimson wedding dress,
Love that was once a heartfelt serenade,
Has become a blood stained canvas,
She sings a requiem for the end of spring,
Once so beautiful now so powerless.
She will never see past the remnants of her broken heart,
She will be faithful and forgive while she slowly falls apart.
She will take blame for his cruelty and smile at her tears,
His betrayal now her own, her fault, her life, her fears.
A wreath is laid upon her whispered pain,
Desperate longings for a hidden providence,
To find meaning amongst ruins of her past.
She weeps for affection so long forgotten,
Clinging to the thorns that touched her last.
She hides in memories that belong to only her,
Lies of a once tender kiss become her mask.
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Comment by Lilla
Enviro Warrior
An Extra Ordinary Life
Dream Herald
I love this work... did you write it for someone you know?
Lilla...
Comment by ChrisM
yeah, i wrote it for a few people i know and have known. i focused somewhat on a relationship between a married couple in this poem, but it was written for those who are forced to endure any form of domestic violence.
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
guvnah,
I dips me lid to ye!!
fog