Fingers to lips
still alive but barely breathing
black roses strewn over my heart
songs drip with broken promises
falling to pieces
dead after dead
heart broken after being broken, breaks again a little more
No: band aids will not do
You took my love from me, and my identity with you
Vultures circle my broken heart
Every flash of light I reject
This gloom is at least a part of you I don’t want to lose
Souren Mondal, thanks for reading, appreciating and commenting.
This is a real 'blues poem' for me.. The imagery is incredible (particularly of the vultures circling the heart) and the metaphor of the 'black rose' hits home to perfection. An incredible poem Anitah. One of the better ones I have read today.. Thanks for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Souren Mondal thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read. Wow thanks for the vote too.