Poem: "Separated"

"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