once

05/20123

open to your graciousness 

you were my journal

my rescue

my escape

florescent in your presence 

I spoke ardour entries

only to soon be perturbed 

by the stars

falling from your eyes

I have become a closed book

given over to grim contents

building

ripping up the orchids planted

withered, outside your shade

"come home"

resonates bloodied eardrums

in whispers

              in screams

in nightmares

              in dreams

Reviews

[Patricia]

I love it...You positioned your breaks well and used quotations marks to power punch that without one would too easily pass the point, a great opening and the ending was dramatic and I can relate to that feeling. Great work of it!

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

The flow in this poem was amazing. So many emotions always run through your poems. The last stanza was my favorite though. I loved it! Thanks for sharing. :)