Haunting Whispers
The night is motionless and still.
Staring out into emptiness...
I can hear the whispers of lost souls,
moaning like the willow tree...
That brushes beside my bedroom window,
it's icy, winter fingers tapping at my pane,
As I lie in fitful slumber,
memories haunt with a stinging reverie,
as I watch the stars plummet into darkness...
and my soul spills into a universe,
no longer innocent and hopeful,
but full of bitterness and despair...
as this aching hunger for you never leaves,
and stirs within the core of my loneliness... and
shocking abandonment... Where are you?
How could you? Why? As I disappear
into oblivion... tears stain my pillow blood-red...
For you have left me with a scarred heart.
By C.M.Foster
© 2009 C.M.Foster
(All rights reserved)
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