Staccato words, carried
on winds of change,
hammer rusting Armour -
some breaching;
Love, Dead, Regret, Over!
Mortally wounding an
already bleeding heart.
Staccato words, carried
on winds of change,
hammer rusting Armour -
some breaching;
Love, Dead, Regret, Over!
Mortally wounding an
already bleeding heart.
Comments
maggyvaneijk | September 23, 2010 - 18:44
A very sharp poem, perfectly describing the feeling that follows those final words, it´s over.
russiandoll | September 24, 2010 - 09:58
Ouch!
This stabs... well done.
threeleafshamrock | September 24, 2010 - 10:02
Thanks Maggy for taking the time to read and comment
Chris XX
threeleafshamrock | September 24, 2010 - 10:03
Thanks Russiandoll, the barbs can be wicked ;)
Chris XX
MistakenMagic | September 24, 2010 - 17:59
'staccato words' - lovely image, Chris. Superb little poem ;)
Magic xxx
threeleafshamrock | September 24, 2010 - 18:21
Thanks Magic for reading and your comments...
Chris XXXX