Sharon

June 12, 2016
11:17 pm

Sharon

The sound of thunder
Roaring in the dark hazy sky
Is the flooding of tears
Running from my heart
Quietly
Drowning the screams
as I lay helplessly
Dying
In the garden
Built for us
My hands
Loosens it's grip
Of the rose
I planted willingly
Upon my heart
My flesh is weak
From the thorns
Pricking
and
Pruning
My soul
Of the love
It wanted
With you
I wither away
With
lamented calamity
dripping
with
broken dreams
for
my  sun
Refuses
to shine
on
A rose
that
Rejects
Nourishment

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker