Somewhere in between
Lies and confessions,
Misery and madness,
Fantasies and their sweetness,
Spine-chilling nightmares and dejection,
The deafening sound of her heart break went unnoticed.
Her scars wide open, uncovered and unattended.
Her screams, unheard.
A bolt of ear-splitting thunder mercilessly striking her.
A flash of lightning rendered her unsighted.
Serenity seemed surreal in perpetual darkness.
The dusty moonlight illuminated the pitch black sky, raining sadness.
Grief engulfed her in its arms.
Her heart throbbed with fear inside its cage.
Shadows of her past hovered above her.
She shivered as the mysteries unraveled before her.
Her head clouded with vivid memories and unspoken thoughts.
Her arms craved for warmth and comfort.
She felt a familiar void within,
An emptiness.
She plucked out a rose,
Bleeding shades of scarlet.
It dripped poison.
Her hands covered in red.
As if it too was hurt.
As if it too cried tears of blood.
Its thorns piercing her fragile skin.
She bit her tongue to suppress a whimper.
Her shaky legs took her to a foreign town.
The sharp wind kissed her tangled hair,
As she wandered the streets like a phantom.
Her teary eyes glistened
Under the dim light.
Held unanswered questions
Yet blazed with burning flames
And fiery waves of indecipherable emotions.
Deception felt too real
And happiness so elusive,
For she was chasing it
In all the wrong places.
Now she ponders over love
In the graveyard of broken hearts.
A home for aching souls,
Where the only voice is the cry of her silence.
Her tears strike the ground beneath in a rhythm.
She is now unfazed by farewell hugs and their meaninglessness.
Her throat's dry
Yet her quivering lips sing a lullaby.
She whispers out loud her secrets.
As she recklessly dances in rain,
In blackness.
Tries to forget the pain.
The world forces her to surrender
But she continues to fight.
To preserve what's left unbroken.
She thrives even when she is
Too lost to grasp what's real.
Too numb to feel again.
Too weak to rise again.
As she drowns into the depths of an ocean,
She is too scared to love again.
-E.B.K.
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Bittersweet
Poetry~ Won First Place at The Amoré Awards in the Poetry Category ~ ~Won Second Place in The Sparkle Awards~ ~Won Second Place in The Oasis Awards~ -------------------------------------------------- What d e f i n e s you? The desolate woods under the...
