Cage of the lost
a life of crumbs
bred in darkness
cold iron bars surround
longing for the sun
hair hanging like red velvet ropes
across cheeks of bloodswept tears
each sound, a shaking echo
of
skin turned cold
like red streaked milk
eyes still fiery from passion grown dim
each moment an eternity
alone in ice barred steel
moments turn to years
from when
she walked willingly within
but the door closed too soon
locked in the dim
naked, alone....
she longs for one more dose of tenderness
the whispered kiss of his lips
she waits....
eternally
for her vision,
a deep blood rose
and him.
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Remnants of Broken Dreams
PoetryA journey of passions broken, through expressive poetry. Never look at my poetry at face value, there's always something deeper to consider. Take a moment and don't rush through it. I'm hoping that my poetry will make you feel what I feel or will...
