"Separated"
Underneath the discontented sky
where feeling ends
and the silent horror builds
such a perfect child
waiting to be held
Her small frame
shaking violently
like a twisted reed
in the wind
I cannot go back
as much as I would want to
it's over now, the darkness
looming with ethereal triumph
As I lay here motionless
the blood in my veins
has run cold
as my face contorts
in a final scream
never uttered.
Copyright: 2010, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
