Seasons

The autumn colors hold no wonder for her
For all she can see is black and gray
White is too pure to exist from her eyes
The darkest shades of red appear in her solemn hour
The season of spring for her shattered soul
Remains the blackest spell of them all

All of the world's gracious shades have turned to darkened shadows
All of her memories have passed away, her heart now grave and blackened

She whispered silent screams, no words could be found
Her body fought to be free, but he fastened her to the ground
Motionless she lay, for him to have his way
Her wounds were deep and painful when her heart set sail to pray

The summer heat sears into her wounds
While the winter chills turn her heart cold
There is no place for her to be free
There is no good, only darkness surrounds her now
With each turn of her head she looks....
For the next man who could bring her down

Author's Note

August 2011

Reviews

[Relic]

An old story but a tragic one. So many women are destroyed for life because of some inept monster with no feelings.

[Alistair (Ali)]

When the dull day comes- it steals all the richness of the hour- we cannot see the bragging beauty of the moment, taste the dripping air on tongues of thirst.

Here you turn the colours inside out with a pristine tone of all-things- done, and it works!
I have to make it my mission to spin you to the jolly chance, that is ours ! ..We only have one shot at this- and you have the words, the gift, and the smile!- so bring it!..I have a bag of mixed popcorn, and a mate who can fart to order- seriously- the boy can throw down some choons!- he got arse-pipes, that can hold a note- but can clear a room- way too much talent, bit stinky but friendly- he wont thank me for saying that..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSRPk7y6wDg

[Voice Crowe]

I absolutely love the song you shared.

[Alistair (Ali)]

I am very glad- it is a wee bit of a corker!- and the poem is beautiful!