Silent Requiem

I am opposed to giving descriptions of my work. A poem touches each individual in a different way and I feel that describing it or putting a personal meaning to it takes away from the beauty of personal interpretation.

Silent Requiem

 

Touched by a dark hand.

Walking in the dead of night.

She whispers misconstrued words:

Words of love, garbled and unrelated.

 

With a gentle touch,

As softly as the wind itself,

She kisses your ear

As she slides into your soul.

 

Tears you begin to weep:

Tears lost in the darkness of a winter night

As you feel what she feels:

Her pain hopelessly locked away in a lead box.

 

The emotions of her heart,

Flowing through your body like a river,

A great squall of torment.

And your soul shatters.

 

She is gone as a breeze in the night.

Alone on the pathway you weep.

Alone once again.

She is gone.

 

©T.A.Rogers

  20050929

 

Author's Note

Please give unbiased truth. Also, I request that you let me know your interpretation (what it means to you, makes you feel, i what way it speaks to you, etc).