She Raven Poem by Samuel Enrique

She looked at me!

Her watch in her heart
The same old lame looks were reengineered
This time a sorely eerie glance drove my demons
Certainly I wasn’t for her or her for me
A whispering cloud dropped as a flashy wind tied us apart
The anguish of fading hope was gaining strength
A tear wasn’t enough!

Her tormenting sour laughter broke the bounds
Probably the maiming rain was her blow
Her sordid-self snowed my nostalgic memories
From afar I saw a minor mirror crack of her soul
I blew the whistle
THE GAME WAS ON!