Stillborn Love

Lament

 

In a heartless

dead zone

worms feed on

a stillborn love

 

He lights candles

prays for resurrection

it’s a feverish mood

that comes with

the evening sun

 

A brood for the moon

a reset of regret

within the catacombs

of his mind

 

A caprice

inner eye comes

with sunrise and

a cold breath

blows out the flames

 

He gives the cold

Her name

Author's Note

We finally have some beautiful weather here in northern Illinois! I hope you are all enjoying the sun and fun! Happy Summer! Hugs!!!!

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

a still born love is a dead, empty love; that comes with much darkness and regret; his mind is within the emptiness and depth of the catacombs, buried under mother earth; a cold place with no candle burning. His blood is cold but he has strength to name it. This is pretty dark P, and you said the weather is so nice and you're in a happy mood, yes?
I love it! and welcome back!
Hugs, B

[Patricia]

Thank you B. You do know I love the dark poems ;) and yes very happy mood now that it is not cold but this is Illinois that could change in a heartbeat. Good to see ya and love ya HUGS

[Betty Hermelee]

ME TOO!!!!