PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

see the sad search of her turquoise trouble

a deep cut that bled she feels wounded  and abandoned 

buried deep beneath all of the rubble 

not those sweet dreams she could have imagined 

the brown dust covers her silhouette
casualty in the tension yellow to red an ultimatum 

she feels as if she is tethered like a marionette 

so she comes here to whisper and cry 

her prayers are prayed verbatim 

within a that voice comes a sigh
mysterious heart that's torn in two
seeking solace though she cannot give that to you
the dust blows up from Mescalero Sands 

while tears well up she wipes them with her tiny hands 

oh! vulnerable woman forever changed 

for that which she’d pled within love’s dying embers 

tracing the cracks in her heart forever rearranged
move on intuitive muse, the truthful touch of ink remembers 

have hope in the healing Lord’s gentle caress
between intimate charms and echoing desire 

wait patiently let go of all the stress
someday your dreams will take you higher