Just a little something constructed out of random racing thoughts.
Hope you read and share your views.
Entangled in the embrace of the satin sheets
Her face seeking solace in the warmth of the cushion
Her eyes reflecting an extinct hope
A zillion of words left unsaid, unexpressed
She laid still, engulfed with the delinquency of her own pain.
All her words comprehended waywardly; misjudged and misconstrued
The agony never faltering, mangling her plump chest
An explosion in awakening, ready to set her ablaze
Retching and choking her delicate frame
Into a torpid, spiritless frenzy of emotions.
The exigent demands of life encompassing her fragility
Taming to tatter her unwashed innocence
Void and empty, bleak and frosty
Her visions up-ahead, blurring into the chasm of nothingness
Pretzeled and then crumbling into dust.
Her hope in future fleeting past
By the tyranny of the chaos uproaring in forged glory
Her faith in trust shattered and disdained
So much warmth and compassion that she laid bare
Have now callously accused her name.
The smile she has now is ruptured and tainted
A veneer to obscure the lava streaming inside
But still concerned she stays for the brutals that punctured her
With a perpetually humourless face
When all she yearns for is to escape into a secluded silenced peace.
The air she breathes now sympathizes her lungs
Streaks of teardrops running down askew
Meandering at the edged corners of her puckered cheeks
The misty sensation of wet beads on her splayed laps
Her numb fingers cradling her creamed countenance, offering comfort.
Her deep dove-eyes now bleary red
Sapping her dry, consuming her whole until they rift apart in desiccation
Yet these trinkets of tears are unvalued, uncared for
Worthy to be disposed and discarded
For always there will be words left unsaid
Voices unheard and time unstopped.
Ardent Phoenix 