My Battered Heart

rose wilted
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My Battered Heart

The rose drifts to the ground,

Petals dry and wilting in the cold breeze.

A death resembling the demise of my heart

As an unraveling of feelings turns to dust.

A shoe grinds the rose petals to oblivion,

The preferred state of my battered heart.

The wind lifts the remnants of the flower

to circle around me with its dying breath.

SPARKLE FOR ME

 

Sparkle for me ocean blue.

I’ve come here only for you.

Your beauty tempts me this night.

I have given up the fight.

 

 
Wrap you cold arms around me.

I long to be light and free.

Pull me deeper inside.

I have long lost my pride.

 

Your water feels cold and nice.

I’ve become a block of ice.

Icicles hang from my hair.

But I don’t have any fear.

 

Warm me.

Soothe me.

Hold me.

Feel me.

 

I trusted you.

I had loved you.

I am nothing.

I am no more.

 

 

UNDER THE BRIDGE

Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

 

It is here.

A force to be reckoned with.

Growing by the second.

Thrashing under the bridge.

Leaving death in its wake.

Leave me be.

My dying wish isn’t

to be consumed by the sea.

A SAD SONG

 

I stare into the dark.

Your future will be stark.

My grimoire burns bright,

flames to a great height.

Death is coming your way.

I won’t be here to say,

“This won’t be a paradise for long,

soon you will be singing a sad song.”

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

LEAVE ME BE

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Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
© Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved
It is here.

A force to be reckoned.
Growing by the second.
Thrashing under the bridge.
Leaving death in its wake.
Leave me be.
My dying wish isn’t
to be consumed by the sea.