Date: July 10,2012
Sighs give way in winter’s waste
I’ve turned to stone and hide in haste
Brushing away the biting chill
A vessel longing to be filled
In black of night when passions stir
Moonstruck thoughts arise, then blur
Memories gather in the mist
Then spiral into a dark abyss
The muse long-suffers for a kill
My burning thirst can taste the thrill
Come bearing down with rusty blade
Then disappears in serenades
The prey is fleet and sure of foot
Leaving naught but ash and soot
The bats are loosed and flying free
Raging wild and mocking me
Time blows cross my windowpane
Brings frozen darts that scream of rain
Lost within my voiceless cries
The fire of passion clings to life
My muse, without a flame to fix
Is cast upon the river Styx
Left tossing, turning in the tide
Still clawing at, a dream denied
Whispers pinned against the wall
Across the leaf, the spiders crawl
Spinning webs to snare the prey
Tidbits for another day
Midnight finds me burning still
A prisoner held against my will
Fighting flames, raging fast
Searing memories of the past
Pen in hand, I’ve lost the fight
I surrender to the ruthless night
Pull the plug, admit defeat
And pray my mind will let me sleep
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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So love this poem. So much talent. Great job!