Sadness is blowing in the windA Poem by Morning Star
Sitting
on a bench with her life belongings in a suitcase In dark
of night waiting for a bus Eyes
begin to rain as the howling wind Unburies
pebbles of a love song opening winds Stirring anguish
Memories With a
deep sigh I tell myself life is a spiral Without
any end nor a beginning only darkness Before
the light Today
the wind is blowing darkness in this heart of mine There
have been many lovers before me As we
all know you can never honestly erase your first love From
your heart So many
unanswered questions pass through my mind Why
must I always feel like I’m his consolation prize? I feel
his apathy; I see it in his eyes The
discontent Even
within his dreams I’m not
the one that makes his heart ache I’m
just the one that fills a void Within
the solitude of His
soul Since
his first love ruptured his heart I'm not worried about the others; they're just a pawn In his game Though
the first rose seed that sprung the first petal and The
first time she whispered songs of love to his heart Me, I’m only an element, filling a gap in His heart Heartache
and sadness is blowing in the wind and I know Escape is
my only way out, Going away to find myself Don’t
know how and don’t know where But
there has to be a better place, another town Another
world Fleeing in the night like a common thief with a heart Filled with scabs Closing
the door behind me, not looking back, Leaving
behind all my silent nightmares Loss
of trust, hidden years of betrayal Melancholy
memories, hunt my essence day and night Thinking
of times When
door swung open and they lips greet him with a kiss Only to
breathe another woman’s scent within taste of his lips And
soul Pebbles of thoughts still hunt me and feel The razor-sharp blade slicing My
heart in two and gasps of another lovers scent Cradle
my mind I
merely start to believe that I’m his everything Someone
always find the way to make me realize that I’m
just another pawn, living in the castle of a king and His
first love will always remain the Queen
of his heart I know
I’ll always be a consolation prize, Within
his heart, for I was not the first one to whisper Words
of love to his tender heart….. Heartache
and sadness is blowing in the wind Only
way out is to ride on the waves of the wind
And
fade away...
Copyright by Yolanda Hernandez Aka Morning Star © 2014 Morning Star
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