A slice of my heart,1
taken as a souvenir;2
packaged in a jar,3
preserved for your own perverse pleasure.4
Setting sail cloaked by the darkness of night,5
a ghost dissipating into the unknown;6
in search of another trophy,7
anonymously, without a goodbye.8
Pain fermenting,9
a volcanic eruption spewing forth10
hot angry lava.11
My satin ivory skin,12
scorching to the touch; a heart melting in sorrow,13
draining through out my soul, tainting,14
disintegrating the love and compassion;15
once possessed.16
Daylight unveiling painful sights;17
rage bubbling to the surface.18
Armed ,my wrath, a tornado full of fury,19
best to flee.20
Journeys; retrieving what was unjustly taken,21
goals of regret,22
ornaments added to a collection of deceits,23
adorning a scorned decor.24
Teetering amongst pain and sorrow,25
a black wilted rose,26
adorned with painful thorns,27
requiring precipitation of renewed faith,28
gaining a strong root hold amongst the soil of emotions,29
to love again.
A contest entry
- Poetry Galore! by SympatheticMisery.
200 points, ended July 25, 2008, 23 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful
Very sad but beautiful all and all. Very much what getting your heart broken feels like. Welcome to the Finalists Circle! Good Luck in the Contest!


