Shadows Across a Tear-Stained Floor

Shattered windows and broken doors,

cast shadows across a tear-stained floor.

Broken dishes speak to silent walls

while unheard words cry out

that should be understood by all.

Nothing's left to see in these eyes of mine,

because life has frozen

all I ever hoped to find.

I write and search for a stream of memories,

but find no words that won't scar me.

My hands reach out with a shaking pen

composing a message in the dark once again.

Tonight I scratch on my skin

words of love

that should have never been.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Immense wretchedness, utter sorrow, drips from every line.. so sad, so finely created. A love and emotion like this is devastating, spaces and sides with different rules -if there are any at all.. perhaps not. You've always had a poet's true reason for placing words just so.. sighhh

Is a while since you...

[Weeping willow]

Such a beautiful heart breaking write

[silent poet]

Breathtaking* my honest feels, reading this

[Ladysue]

Neva, your writing always connects..I love the title and that first line is drew me in.. your pen sings of heartache in the most beautiful of ways.. 'words of love that should have never been' your images tell the story so well..

[Layla J Omorose]

Neva its been such a long time since I last read one of your works and as always you have told a beautiful story. As I read this poem with each line a image flashed into my mind of an abused woman and her story being told through the broken glass and dishes.....well done.

[joshua deathdealer]

The imagery here is startling. And the emotions run deeper. An amazing piece! xx

[cartera]

As usual, less is more. I love the rhythm of the piece, which so aptly fits the tone and content. could b e song, albeit a rather sad one.
ATB
Alex.

[A. Amos]

Elegantly crafted and i loved it...great job my friend

[Stephen]

Nice imaginary. I love the collection of words.

[Blue Ivory]

I strong message about someone who clearly isn't happy with life and hates every passing moment that is spent in the environment she is in. That feeling of crying out in pain and being unheard is truly painful and utterly agonizing. To have only the whispers in your head as your companions...Is there hope for us insane souls? Hopefully.