tortured

the lack of capitalization and punctuation is not an accident, it makes the poem stripped just like the emotion behind it.

wind blows over my skin

so cold, vibrant, free

I feel you

 

breath of god on my cheek

your grip on my everything

to me, the same

 

chains bound our freedom

rusty, old, about to break

weigh heavy on my heart today

 

scars from years long forgotten

marks left on my arms

matching perfectly to those on yours

 

imagery seeping past closed lids

elagborate, vivid, decietful

the penance for what we stole

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[RHEA CROSLEY]

Chains and pains of the past are our teachers for tomorrow. Love and future can walk away from the past. This is a wonderful thing. Thanks for the inspiration.

[Trée]

Sarah, I see a tortured soul returning to the love that preceded her (which is probably not what you intended). The imagery of closed lids and breath of god on the cheek, tortured for crimes committed in love. I see the gateway to reunion flashing in images as she finds rest below and redemption above. Beautifully rendered.