Souvenir of Sadness

It drops from your strings, 
Falling into my shaky hands.
Nothing more than unpleasant dreams.

It's black-washed and small,
Pockmarked and bruised.
On my knees, I crawl.

You mangled my heart,
Desecrated its innocence.
A pulse can no longer start;

Extinguished a city of light,
Snuffed out a roaring flame.
Heart is charred, in desolate plight.

It started off so hopeful and warm.
When you returned it, the remnant
Was all but torn.

Your mark will always appear.
Its spiny whiteness will
Forever in my memory, leer.

When I feel the faint tick,
I think of your indifferent soul,
And the taste of your lips.

But acid finds my smile,
And hate finds my eyes.
I forever live in denial.

So here is my fragment of madness,
Of hurt and pain and grief.
But a small souvenir of sadness.

Reviews

[Angel Veselinov]

Another great piece Just love it good flow and rhyming thanks for sharing Keep up the good work :)

[Sam Severn]

A beautiful, twisting ode to love that's been cut n' now can't be reconnected. Swooning imagery n' verses that wash over you, trying to clean the wound n' wanting to keep it ripped open. ㋡