Despair (Photo credit: ~Aphrodite)
I hear the mournful song of lost regret
Melodious and precise
It hovers above me
Like a falling angel in flight
Each word, each lyric
Speaks of years
And choices broken underfoot
Trampled by fear
Darkened pathway is blocked
No mercy or deliverance
Haunts these hallways
Lost in circumstance
This perfect chalice is corrupted
Frozen fear and darkened lust
Angered visage and spiteful words
Destroyed the fragile flower of trust
I cannot accept you
No matter how you may yearn and try
I have no choice left to me now
Crestfallen, unable to lie
Unable to face the bitterest truth
Forever broken and separate
Sickness pollutes this form
Bereft and disconsolate
At such moments avert
Your eyes, there is no sanction here
There is no reprieve or forgiveness
In this or any year
I can give no reprieve or forgiveness
In this or any year
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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As usual, I sit in awe. How you do this so often and so well is always the question. You are truly amazing.
Thanks Ionia, that is so kind of you!! š š
wow! I’ve definitely been there xx
Thank you so much!! š š
Wow. Another stirring story here Helen. Such wonderfully descriptive stanzas that speak volumes.
Nicely done, as always.
Thanks Ray!!! š š
Relate. Relate. I can relate. Dear Sis… you knock your words right out of the park everytime! xxx
Thanks Roxi, that means so much!! š š
Wow…..this really got to me. I have been there…..wow. Thanks, Helen. Another winner!
Thanks Skye, so much appreciated my friend!! š
And yet, still, we give it away
and with every crack
and every break,
we bandage it up,
and send it again,
to a new, and “trustworthy” friend.
Trustworthy, that is
until they forget
and the mask that they wear
is torn or ripped
and they drop our trust
upon the floor
leave it there,
as they walk out the door.
So we pick up our trust.
Again.
And cradle it, and heal it,
And send it out,
Again.
Fantastic – love it! thank you for commenting in such a creative way!! So much appreciated! š