Crowned with thorns a fatal pain strikes me

stirring my feelings of what one day I thought imperishable

 

My muse cries with me, demanding to know the reason

why your love was no more than cracked nails of bitterness,

my feelings pouring in the harshness of what I’m still living

It seems that you shall persistently drive my heart into darkness 

 

It is my silence that takes over my sleeplessness nights,

It sleeps on my side and silently walks sobbing sullenly in the wind,

in the appeal of a prayer, 

in the confused fabrics of that kiss,

when you sentenced your goodbye

without consulting God

 

It is my silence!

©Noris Roberts