Your Mistake

Shattered glass, crumbling lives,

Limbs sprawled, eyes staring,

Life leaking, creeping away from the still silence,

Fingers outstretched, pleading for an escape,

 Mouth moving, asking questions,

Nothing heard, nothing seen,

Empty silence, crumbling lives,

Pain resonating from the hills,

Turned upside down, creating havoc for those to come,

Painted the grey of Tarmac, spreading life on roads,

Pieces of memory left here and there,

Little signs of warning around the corner,

Sighs lift from the heavy chest of her,

Wrapping around the metal of her holder,

Tears stream from the lake of an eye,

A beautiful waterfall amongst the havoc of death,

A ray of sunlight cast upon the doom,

A drop of rain washing away a little paint,

A whisper of wind carrying away the cries,

A change in heart results in a little less pain,

 

A little too late, life gone,

A little too late, no-one here to save,

Bring your white sheets, let them rest,

Cover the faces of past, the faces of your mistake.

Reviews

[Elizabeth J. Gelinger]

Very aggressive poem, specially because of the quick overlap of imagery you used. It has a strong rhythm that changes to a slower pace towards the end. Overall I really enjoyed the comparisons you used as they were original and well built. Be careful with repetitions. A very nice piece of poetry, I read it more than one time and I really liked it.

[WillaDanvers]

Thank You!

[GwenLark]

"Bring your white sheets, let them rest,
Cover the faces of past, the faces of your mistake."

What a great ending. Wonderful

[WillaDanvers]

Hey Thanks :)

[mattavelli]

Hello, Willa! :)
These are interesting images. It's a crash scene?

[WillaDanvers]

it sure is yeah:)

[mattavelli]

Thanks for the confirmation. :)
As I read it, I was thinking... Who made the mistake?

[WillaDanvers]

That is up for interpretation for the reader - most of my poems aren't solid information, but they are words that each reader can absorb different meanings and stories from :)