The red string

The lies piled up like stubborn walls

Round the imprisoned truth I held.

Laughter cried from beyond the bars,

Wondering where it failed.

The hand I held,

The eyes I saw,

Now floated in the misty snow

As mirages adorned the road.

The steps that were meant to be taken in pride,

Are taken in shame and sorrow.

The tight little bond

With the right amount of promises

Got loosened with the beat of time,

The stranded strings lay bare

And strangled the love I cared.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Excellent imagery in this offering about a relationship headed south. Not sure whether the cause of this breakup took the speaker by surprise or from an admission of the truth after much denial. Either way, the deep pain comes across sharply. Condolences don't help much, but sometimes it is better to let go and be open to change.

[Mira]

Thank you for the review.
Yes, it is better to walk forward, it is tough but it's the best decision.

[JMaster1]

your style is amazing , how you use the words wisely
It felt like you are standing on the edge of a cliff and looking back in time and realeae yoiu need to move on

However , that would be hard

[Mira]

Thank you.
Yes, moving on would be tough, but walking back would be like walking on broken glass. It's a troublesome state of mind.

[JMaster1]

dont go back , its never get better

[Mira]

Yup, righto. 😊