SHUTTER
Before it was just a whisper of the wind,but now its the shutter that i have within to know about a time when i use to be free the way my mind wanderd so helplessley. The day i first saw you was a moment compressed in time that i thought would never end, until the day my heart stopped and i lost my best friend. A warrior i use to be to look apoun myself with dignity, but now its the shutter of blackness that overwelms me. Your little soft velvet fingers flow among my hand as i close my eyes my heart rushes with pain. Not a moment could pass where i hoped i wasnt dreaming, as i hold you close a tear drop falls and my body whimpers as i think i can hear your call, your cry to have me near but as i look your nowhere only the stir of the trees, your beauty is only a vivid memory that i hold inside of me. Like a knife ripping apart my soul and the ravens taking the time to scrape my bones. Before it was just a whisper of the wind but now its the shutter that i fear and always feel withn.
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