A screech
slices the silence.
Pierced by running footsteps
and high-pitched wailed cries.
A blade,
as sharp as diamonds,
cutting the night in half..
Ripping the very stars
from the
torn black heart
of the sky,
and then
silence.
It all dies,
back into
quiet empty night,
like it was all
just a spasm in time.
A momentary tremor
then
a single flat line.
Hope
was gone.
On the ground
her cigarette
still burned on,
nut the blood
pooling around her,
said her time
had come.
The body lay
in the deep grass
for days,
like she was
having a long sleep,
but this was no dream,
more like a nightmare,
that screams into reality.
Hope had led
too many astray,
now she sleeps
the eternal night.
She had always
walked a fine line.
Now she had
run out of time.
Her past had returned
she had to pay the price.
The cost,
her very life.
No more hope,
It all drained away,
like red blood seeping
through the green.
Little more
than a memory.
Hope was dead,
an unmarked grave
in a cemetery.
No longer filling
people’s heads
with thoughts
of what lay ahead.
Now she just fed
the hungry worms instead.
Thanks for reading
Please take a look at my new collection "Torn Pages"
100+ all new poems not shared here before.
https://tinyurl.com/KCtornpages
No comments:
Post a Comment