Image credit: Dmitrijs Bindemanis

Image credit: Dmitrijs Bindemanis

Lone citadel
You were the assassin
Of my heart

Your weaponry
Ancient swords
Cutting too deep

You wait so long
In perfect stillness
For the kill

My heart breaks
And dies without
The slightest touch

My ghost watches
As you pack
And turn to go

You do not weep
For endings are all
That you can know

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
This entry was posted in Fire, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s