Mandolins and Roses Long Gone

anguish of a broken heart

Brave; a knight who believes

Truly knows his kingdom

Love; maidens which men define

Giving way to meanings “piece of mind”

 

But, rejection; the downfall

Of all and every man

Breaks “bag’ o bones” down

To alone, the stranded upon an deserted island

 

More than one hundredfold; a tales been told

About loss of the here and the hereafter

No longer mandolins and red roses

Euphoria long gone with wind of blowing kisses

 

Raw emotions, as rivers bleed no one shaIl rescue me

From battlefield’s open wound lacerations

Fragrance once the chamber’s lilac candle

Now the stench of dead fog filled essence

 

So I felt it also…

Spurned love; cold breath

For all I cared, it was… “The Angel of Death”       

Dragging me along to the other side of naught

 

Where the soul became the prisoner caught

Roaming long castle halls divide

Concrete; stone granite

Consciousness professed immeasurably thick

 

High above through a window I could still see it

“Awareness” unattainable like sunlit pause

While the rain mimics torment

As the hole, this allows

 

Day after day

Pain strangleholds

Rising waters whisk

All rational away

 

And in life’s last minutes

I contemplate “was she worth it”

Then I part my lips 

Speaking floods "of silence"

Reviews

[DarkTruth]

I love it! It's Gorgeous!

[Rita L. Sev]

Oh, those floods of silence... Heart-tugging, Michael. Beautifully done.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Rita.

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!
so many amazing lines.......
awesome writing!!!
i loved it!!!
:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, nothing like a broken hurt to break us down.

[Pushkar Prabhat]

true.......you are welcome!!!! :) :)

[Saddam]

So I felt it also…
Spurned love; cold breath
For all I cared, it was… “The Angel of Death”
Dragging me along to the other side of naught.

Interesting write.
I enjoy reading it, believe me it was heart taking.

[Michael G. Smith]

So appreciate your comments.