A Love Lost

Howling winds and driving rains seethe

in the dark and hazy recesses of my mind.

Raindrops slowly streak the window pane

like tear drops shed in vain while

all the while waiting and wondering,

I sit writhing in torturous agony and pain.

Sorrow washes in dark tumultuous waves,

crashing against my broken battered heart.

Love’s sweet music now silent –

singing only mournful refrains.


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Colleen Chesebro of www.silverthreading.com

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SoCS–The Shape of Things to Come

Shape of things

This post is part of Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where our prompt was “shape.”


Badge by: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

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