She Did Not Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Her heart is submerging in the abyss of pain that has flourished her mind.

She is lost in the ocean of love that has surrounded her with tears of cruel intentions.

Lying on the mountain of blood stain sheets that left her heart bleeding, she suffocated in her thoughts.

She had been waiting to exhale with him but instead his love inebriated her.

Standing for her will to love he pronounced his will to transform his will to love.

He rejected the simplicity of her love with his promotions of himself to another.

Ten years of what she thought was bliss is now a fire burning her insides with no way out.

Unavailable for his thoughts she runs to the cathedral of loneliness with her outstretched hands.

Desperate with love she entwines her time with unruly manners of strange sheets.

Living in harmony with her pain she equates sex with love and finds dialogues of pity.

Running from herself she leases her temple to the highest form of sexuality.

Her living waters are now polluted with instruments of emergency rooms of defilements.

She did not recognize her value within herself; she did not see the queen within herself that said but still I rise.


Written by Theodore Mosley
May 30,2017