Unknown figures move past without a glance.
She is fixed walking on the dark pavement,
Reaching for a star in a tortuous trance.
His one touch to fill her with contentment.
Standing outside in the cold, pouring rain
Is a being who wishes her hand held.
She's diving into an abyss of pain,
For the the returned attention he withheld.
A ghost going to her source of her cry,
A river flowing to where the light has led,
Feelings any would wish was a dear lie.
What future's outcome may be, she can't dread.
Cruel love the will for objection.
Rambling is she with silent affection.
August 25, 2013
YOU ARE READING
To My Ex
PoetryThis is a compilation of sonnets about feelings of love, infatuation, madness, and loss.
