Fragile Poem by Stella Halliwell

Fragile



Twisted leaf falling
disintegrated faith,
in the echoes calling
stars fading in your wake.
Songs of pleasure ringing
sounding in heathen ears,
in my decadence
I am fearing;
nothing will remain.

And I am twisted
clutching at the wind,
a reverent lullaby catches,
only to let me break.
Careless little fingers
crush my fragile spine
holding me together,
to whisper at me coldly;
holding me together
by a whisper
just.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Stirk 25 March 2009

Much enjoyed. A kind of earthy honesty in an olde English style of writing Steve 10+++++++++

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