Who

A cloaked figure pushes me to my knees

His head and shoulders bowed to the floor

His heart crimson, begging for more

Dark shadows dancing among the trees

A dark chuckle escapes him with ease

The sound piercing my soul to its core

My straining limbs can’t take it anymore

Every part of me breaks from just a quiet breeze

 

His hand drops to my shoulder

A painful, shattering thud

It’s the end of what’s been worthwhile

And now that my suffering is over

I can resurface as a spring bud

Bringing sad lips to a gentle smile

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Brave move, with the two different rhyme scheme stanzas. This is pretty cool with a consistent use of imagery.

[Shane Blackheart]

Very awesome, and I loved the subject matter. I got some very interesting images in my head while reading this. Great poem!

[C.C. Marx]

brilliant poem, love the detail. Very well written

[Ed Fagan]

Intense ... I can't wait to read more.