A bruised girl crashes through a decrepit rusty door.
Golden locks twisted, a tear from one jaded eye.
Searing lashes and cuts marring her pearly flesh
Terror
The eyes of an Emerald Phoenix ablaze
Scream through the silent void:
Why me...Help Me...
Burning through my stoic heart
Coldness transformed to embrace this wounded soul.
Melted by sorrow and desolation,
Mustering strength to heal this delicate nymph:
Suffering has made You:
The beautiful person you are…
…forevermore
With the merest glint and celerity of Zeus' hand
The salty puddle evaporates, returning to the abyss.
..Peace...at long last....
MYHL
12/08/05
Commentary: A poem inspired by what could be called either a dream or a nightmare. In it, a friend finally came to terms with her past and for the first time in nearly a decade she knew comfort and peace. Until that day becomes be a reality, I will continue to pray for her.
Copyright © 2006 Marc Y H Landeweer
1 comment:
This is a sweet poem, but also a really creepy one as well. and its true somethings do become a reality. thank God to give us friends.
P.S. Even though the "@" has a intelligent term to mean something. some people use it as a slang to their "sware words"
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