Confessions

Not a clue, just a ramble

Pain
Heartache and loneliness
Shattered dreams
That bleed away on solo winds

Colours ripple
Through midnight reds
Cloudy dreams
Out of place

Tread patterns
On my face
No longer seem out of place
Lost in silent windmills
Sail
Seemingly born to fail

Promises given
Not meant to be kept
All part of the game
But I no longer slept

Dripping icicles on the floor
Burst into
Confessions
Without regrets

Pointed shards
Driven
As arrow heads
Leave their mark
Am I dead?

I do confess
With empty head
As I lie upon my bed
Bleeding words upon the wall

Yes I was the comeliest
Of them all
Narrow confines
Tighten grip
Let me loose before I slip

Reviews

[Dewella~Vintella]

A very powerful piece of darkness and a touch or regret, or maybe resentment. It felt like walking through a bad dream, yet you realize that's its not a dream at all, and your drowning in the reality of it.

The flow was devious, leading you in, then out, then in again. Like a tide on the shore, touching your toes ever so softly, then drifting away, then coming again, only to crash into you and seep away again. leaving you breathless.

Beautiful.

Vinny~

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

These words are dark, I believe we all have moments like these expressed in your poem!

[Bare Bohemian]

Sometimes our best work comes from rambling thoughts. That picture appeals to me for some reason. I can't quite put my finger on it. ;)

[Taylor Williams]

this hits home for me. in every way shape and form. somehow you took my mind and put on here better than i can express. amazing