Goner

The once warm breath that made the air seem sweet;

Now a poisonous stain in the air;

that could kill me. 

Once a fragrance so delectable.

Now reeks of pain and devastation. 

Tis' cruel fate that us upon me.

The once sand-colored canvas;

that was my protection. 

With the arms around my torso...

Like a python.

Now the air embraces me coldly. 

And my warmth vanishes...

Leaving me chilled to the bone.

O' tis evil angel that hath comforted me. 

Now it is gone. 

And I am the Goner.

Thus saith the Lord. 

The scourge and dispute-

All on my shoulders. 

Unlike the odd shoulder-

that was my resting place.

O' Sweet Memories-

Why do you torture me?

Haunt me still?

Or doth the fates plan to give you back?

I am the Goner-inside an empty void of agony. 

Reviews

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

I love this piece, Jenna! Your Shakespearean word choice adds such elegance to such a deep, saddening piece. Your descriptions are strong, sharp and raw, to the highest degree...it's perfect! Great work = ]

-Femme_Gothique (Brittany)