Haunted

Black dress swaying in the painful wind

standing in the bone meadow of my secret sins

This is where my sorrows lay

the dreams that have never been

I hear the memories

the sound is golden chocolate to my brittle teeth

The unborn hopes play in bloody rain

Aborted by the broken promise of a never coming train

My dress is torn

they laugh at me

Chasing loose strands

floating in the wind - reached by invisible hands

I turn to the bone tree and watch it shake

fallen wishes and dreams bruise where they lay

Their color turns from gold to crimson

the ghosts run and eat the poison

Diamond tears slip from my eye

will this be where I come after I die?

Will the ghost children of my sorrow...

forever eat the fruit of a broken tomorrow

Awake from the dream

now my throbbing lungs struggle to breath

But the laughter of the naked children, their sorrowful eyes

will forever torment me

The children are my broken dreams

Reviews

[jb]

Very vivid and expressing...good job!

[A. Amos]

Deep, dark yet very magically. I have to say love your expression and poetry. Bravo

[Jessica Gilbert]

Thank you so much! That is so kind.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome and i invite you to check my work