Confessions of a broken soul...

She is standing by the coast,

Waiting, as she always does,

Tonight there’s a tempest,

The gale bellows ruthless,

Brutal waves lash at her feet,

While scared crabs rush in a fleet.

But, tonight she stands strange,

Undeterred as if is in a trance,

She has stripped herself bare!

Weary of holding that mask of dare.

As shreds of linen shimmer and fall,

Glistening skin - a slow expose.

 Tonight she stands unclothed,

Her mask removed and discarded.

Her camouflage of expediency,

At last drained of its potency!

Tonight the tears gush like blood,

Pouring with the waves to further the flood,

Glistening skin so fair yet cold,

She shivers and shudders-yet none to hold!

 

Since ages and days, she had stood and stared,

Departed each day, with hopes still spared,

That he would return,

Over that upturn,

For her to hold

To herself she told!

But, tonight she has lost,

Given up those hopes foremost.

 

Tonight she is bare,

Tempting all to dare.

Tonight she kneels,

And tonight she weeps,

Tonight she is in fear,

While they greedily jeer.

 

And - tonight she breaks,

While, they rush at her wrecks!

 

 

 

Reviews

[sweta'karman']

while the agony flows in your write,an imagery appears as a gossamer with blank faces and bare bodies all weeping in the path of pain that you showed.Connecting.....

[Robbie~xoxo~]

The devastation of being broken is truly consuming... You have captured the essence of a broken soul. Well penned.