Will the sense of betrayal
never cease
its jagged tearing of my Soul?
I ache at my discoveries,
weep at what I find
without searching.
Shadows are deep
& prolific in their passion
for pursuing
the remnants of my Heart
that I would keep safe from harm.
More than this,
I berate myself for foolish caring,
for wanting Love's light
to warm my yearning skin.
Bones shatter,
piercing the night ~
there is no sanctuary
in this place,
nothing sacred I may trust.
I gasp as though gutted
by the incessant, fiery sword
of Sorrow ~
I fall to my knees in disbelief,
a solemn vow
uttering prayers upon my lips...
~ July 19, 2006


Thank you for hosting & for your gracious words, Kitty. I'm pleased you enjoyed my work. I appreciate your kindness & your time. Be well, Poet. 
Sighhh...Ahhh, Scribe...you see me more clearly than I do myself...& it makes me weep for the Beauty that once was & might be again one day...where only Truth & Love shall hold hands in companionship...& betrayal has no words to speak from anyone's lips...Thank you, Rich...my dear Friend...


Dammmnnn...sorry, Poet...I don't usually do dark...didn't mean to make ya feel worse...read somethin' light & slushy, why don'tcha???














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