Shackled

 

I feel the heat settling upon the night.

Tormenting me the coolness of the pillow

Where only yesterday your head lay.

 

I will not grieve for your touch, feel, scent.

How could I? You are here, still flowing

Through my thoughts with every breath.

 

I dare not sigh, a movement even so slight

Cascades over me such waves of sorrow

And, this drenching I would delay.

 

I will not dismiss nor for the sake of peace, repent.

How could I remain sane by not believing

The possible existence of living death?

 

I watch the kite, loose on autumn’s wind

Unlike it, I remain … shackled

Holding tight to the string of broken vows

Forever.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lestat's daughter]

Beautifully written!