Storm Clouds and Broken Wings

what am i to do..

when what i believed was my paradise,
my own little piece of heaven..
turned into my own living hell?

flames;
words that cannot be unspoken and words left unsaid,
slowly taking my heaven and burning it down,
inch by inch..word by word.

every word,
spilling from his mouth like acid.
the hole in my heart getting larger,
and larger still.
ripping and tearing at the very core.

who i believed was my hero,
turned out to be my worst nightmare.

and so, i fly
on broken wings.
from amid the storm clouds
 a single tear falls onto scorched remains.

one tattered, torn feather
the only thing i leave behind.
slowly floating in a downward spiral,
to land amidst the destruction..

Reviews

[Shards]

I really enjoyed the vivid imagery of the solitary feather
in the last stanza - really well written - perfect ending

your words were heartfelt, sincere and poetic
and struck a chord within me
glad I stumbled across your poem today

[Mandalynn]

This is REALLY good, and deep. I like how you worded things and used the symbolism. write more like this?

[LivingDeath]

Good Write :) flows well good job

[*~Kristy~*]

Very beautiful.

[deeps]

one tattered, torn feather
the only thing i leave behind.
slowly floating in a downward spiral,
to land amidst the destruction..

I so love these words here.

This is one amazing write here
I like this coming out from behin wings
to try to find wings to fly!
Such wonderful fflow as well
Such a wonderful write here.