Don't Speak...

Don't Speak...

A Poem by TorenMichaels

The vision

Those eyes staring back at me
Your tears
Like the falling rain
Like an infinite sea they pour into me
They fill this well of my pain

Oh, my vision
My vision of all that was good and golden
The wind beneath these wings of wax
How you became the sun
I beg not for your love no more
But to only hold your tongue


Soul serpent

Reaper of my longing

How could you?

How could you return me to my world of impassioned disbelief
How I loved you(?)
To return to the cold inhabitants that once surrounded me
And shall once more

Listlessly suspended
And bound to the stuttering rhythm of this…
My broken heart

None could love you to the degrees that I once could
To the level of no comparison


Our song has gone
That beautiful melody played out to by the harpers of the wind
The time that was never to come
Chimes out to my heartache
From within the palm of Kronos’ hand

This graying

Like winter

I wilt and shrivel before you

Encompassed only by the end of all that I believed in
Surrounded in new haunts
And those broken dreams of what we were to be

Don’t speak… for your eyes will never lie to me.

© 2013 TorenMichaels

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Added on August 6, 2013
Last Updated on August 6, 2013
Tags: poem, love, broken-heart