Gazing out the window as though gazing at the dark foreboding sea
Cursed be her thoughts
Cursed be her heart
For cursed is she
A silent thoughtfulness on her face as passerbys scrutinize
nothing is revealed save the darkness in her eyes
no nothing can be conveyed but the darkness
Still she stands, as a statue, on watch for the dawn
she stands a martyr to her fate
her words as venom in her heart, a betrayal of her own
Unknowing the power her words condemn her
knowingly she prays
silence answers
for the inner voice is gone
Cursed be her thoughts
Cursed be her heart
For cursed is she
A silent thoughtfulness on her face as passerbys scrutinize
nothing is revealed save the darkness in her eyes
no nothing can be conveyed but the darkness
Still she stands, as a statue, on watch for the dawn
she stands a martyr to her fate
her words as venom in her heart, a betrayal of her own
Unknowing the power her words condemn her
knowingly she prays
silence answers
for the inner voice is gone
Actually this is a beautiful poem, but very sad to me. Have you ever considered sharing your work on gotpoetry.com, the feedback there is from poets for poets.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful and thoughtful poem dear friend.
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Oh, this is so heartfelt and touching...
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