False Love

Chances are this poem is confusing, but just what you'd expect from something of my nature to brew up in the mist of night at 1:40 AM with class on the rise. I've been rinsed in countless thoughts..

From the foothold of tears that dispersed between your loathed eye,

Came the rumble from beneath - your tainted and perished cry,

Before the earthen had spewed with a forever wilting glee,

Flimsy and shook to partake on a frenzied spree,

Into wilderness with tainted leaves - painted in winds with foretold lies,

With paper mache trees set right up to your thighs,

The thought of a partner with masochist ties.

And so you were told this dream had come true,

Before the day - once new - had shimmered to a dislodged blue,

A shiver of acknowledgement in the sudden change of hue,

Left with the final brink of life that ebbed to imbue.

Once an emerald - now tarnished and faint,

You move through these paper trees and continue to paint -

Hapless images of romance and dalliance,

That seize to exist in the mind of your illusioned ambience.

Author's Note

Been a while since I've felt the need to write, but I don't expect perfection from this piece, as it was written in the spark of a rather deprivational moment .. *sighs*

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

but the words are very evocative. Sometimes it is best to grab the spark and seize the moment. Did you mean 'cease' in the last line?