...and I am found once again
on this path of loneliness,
and as the feathers of each angel fallen
dance upon the moonlit shore,
if you look beneath the belied image
you will see unwinding sorrows grow.
Like storms of wild hurricanes
this anger trapped in your domain
spat out a roar of ugliness
amidst a bond, that we both shared.
As words spoken dug too deeply
"like shards of glass" you said to me.
Fatigued by arguments you claim you are,
of pain spun 'round in circles
and I say it's all too much.
This body I'm in won't give me release
from remorse of this loss, which may be real.
But before all the blames' been placed on me
the reflection in the mirror is for you to see.
Now upon a cliff shivering I stand
Not knowing where to begin, or where to end. � |
Submission Name: My Remorse
