The End

Tale of a broken heart.

The weight of a thousand shattered dreams

Rests upon his eyes each night that he sleeps

The alcohol flowing through his veins

Only allows him reprieve from reality

Not from his pain

Light never reaches his eyes

The windows of the soul clouded by mist and fog

Of times and memories gone

Kisses on foreheads and hugs with content sighs

The storm hit without a warning

Without any flurry, thunder or lightning

The ground beneath his feet swallowed him whole

Into suffocating depths of doubt and guilt

He held on for dear life to the pillar of his love

Built upon the faith he had that she was the same

But who has ever stood against the winds of change?

And a kite was cut adrift in the sky

Floating aimlessly on the world's tides

He landed on an island that was to become

His purgatory, hell and heaven

Till the day he painted a picture of his death

On the white porcelain tub
With brush strokes of a knife and scarlet paint of blood

He framed it in the last beat of his shattered heart

With a long forgotten promise of never being apart

Author's Note

This one is for Florence, thank you for the inspiration.

Reviews

[Polaroid Impossible]

Vivid imagery. Catches the eye from the start and didn't want to stop reading. Well done sir

[Dushyant Patni]

Thank you!

[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

This grabbed me by the throat with familiar feeling. I admire your writing style and it definitely cuts deep to the soul!

[Dushyant Patni]

Thank you. :)

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

This is a very strong poem, with a compelling voice. You use your imagery very effectively. great work! Let me be the first to say I am a fan of your work.
prufrock

[Dushyant Patni]

Thanks a lot.