Friday, December 28, 2012

Broken holds

My love flows from broken holds
hearts strings brought tight with pain
I am the field that loves begone
With temper flare and heart of stone.

Can love find amidst distress
can heart once cold grow warm aglow?
Can stillness stay and beat to play
can love to me be come not stayed away?

Where are my tears why have they gone
My eyes dry bones in dire zone
I want for what I shall not have
My loves grown cold no sins atoned

In mist of this untimely death
here stood a heart but gone not home
My love it flows from broken holds
My heart grown cold, no room, alone...

- Trish 2012

1 comment:

  1. If I were a poet, this is how I would describe my recent feelings. Thank you, Trish.