Love Hath No Inner Sanctum-Ed, Breach. Poem by Michael Gale

Bloodied foot steps recede inward of the heart's
And stained impression-ed, in blood...
Blood dripped and oozed of a pain filled heart.

Blood drained, of a misstepped heart...
Of the Dearest, one, I part.

Staggering aback, had I traipsed...
Of mine love, forlorn-erased.

From a memory, of gone as dashed...
Upon the rocks, awash ed and crashed.

Rested on the beached of breath...
Slowly, tarnished, to thy heart fallen-death.

Only left-Twas a memory-set to breeze...
No such hope, of heartache's ease.