Heed the echos of a heartache,
anguished sear of reverie.
Feel its scalp bleed down her face,
scathing tears of memories.
See the eyes that once freely smiled
fading with defeat.
As silent fields in which she lies
drift away with night’s conceit.
Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
Reblogged this on Peter G Nicholson.
This is my favorite word in the English language, but worst word that fits my feelings a lot sadly.
I’m sorry to hear that. Sending healing thoughts and hugs your way. 🙂
So much emotion in so few lines. This reminds me of the way a Haiku can paint a whole picture with 17 syllables. Excellent words and painting to accompany. 🙂
Thank you 🙂