Painted Glass

Slipping...
through my fingertips,
what is thinner than water,
but wounds your heart abound?
Taken from my hands,
like a nightmare, as it shakes
shattering my dreams, my hope of life,
like the others that have simply fallen away,
but this... I didn't want to lose,
but was taken anyway.
Was this my destiny?
To break my heart for the sake of another?
how it felt, like the wake of my soul,
these things are never forgotten.
The ghouls took life, right out of my hands,
and I couldn't grasp, couldn't... hold,
just long enough to know
how it would shatter my soul.
Like pieces of painted glass,
a moment was all I had- to see the beauty,
before the shards began cutting.
I look for new dreams,
some way to be okay again,
some way to forget...
something to bandage the gaping hole
that grows everyday.
Like tiny tattoos,
deepening,
aching,
my eyes dart in every direction.
I need hope to return,
or am I forever broken...

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Respect, Aramey...your flow is magnificent and the ending questions tied your poem together leaving it open ended, such as life...and in this quandary, the answers are never easy and it is always Us, to answer it, weighing in on the options, which may not be much...nicely scribed.

[Aramey]

Thank you Ev :) I'm hoping for more positive poetry soon, I think my muse is a little depressed. I've just been going with the flow. I'm glad you enjoyed :)

[Everett DeValle]

Oh, no worries, Aramey, depression is natural and usually reflective of the current state of being...it takes time to change that feeling and it is never immediate, as we like it too, for ourselves, despite, change being constant around us...I absolutely enjoyed your poem, Aramey, and you are most welcome. :)

[darkabyss]

enjoyed this very much the imagery was good

[Aramey]

Thank you for stopping and commenting :) I'm glad you enjoyed the read.