07/09/2009

The Wake.

Washed upon isolation’s ride,
smile crippled by fate’s
entourage, wistful clouds
pass the mind’s eye
watering stale ale

Sorrows drowned, appetites
consumed as melodies
crack the silence, beat
the heart into submission,
deceive the snapshot

Sixty-nine years
thrown by the wayside.

© 2009 Michaela James.
at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

"Because Of You - (Joie De Vivre (Moins Di Cinquante))".

I have fallen in love, a near broken woman, aches and scars igniting her beauty more than shades of pink or red could ever have. E...

  • Curtain Call.
    I step outside Sunshine blazes over the bar raised on a cold winter’s afternoon, she mocks with the left while the right teases with th...
  • Exorcised
    My chalice trembles at night As the chink of ice resonates Around my arid mind Immersed in babble Conflict of being Surrounded by the ...
  • one corner
    Tears as trinkets unlike diamonds shiver with pain one corner of the room displayed yet shadowed by the hand that caressed another. ...