Words I Dared Not Whisper
I've written of longing and pensive fears,
of sorrow, pain and my ravished emotions.
Tomes of poetry are an expose' of my soul
before my pen ran dry and my heart resigned.
Despoiled by devotion and ribbons of lies
is a tarnished ring, my circle of gold.
Love's wounds on paper, continued to bleed.
Poems in testament to what once had been real.
In dust-laden books I shall never again read
are Sonnets beaded with ardor, I chose to impart
now lie hidden from my eyes, impaled by a dart.
Each one a dagger thrust to the pith of my heart.
With a sigh, I filled my ink well one last time
to pen the lines, I render in my last confession.
Words I had dared not whisper into your ear.
I lingered just a moment to wipe an errant tear,
but on parchment, they fell in rapid succession
then wrote with quivering lips and trembling fingers.
"When I lie pale and cold in death's possession
my love will live on, flowing beyond death's door.
When my eyes are closed, lips tinted pale blue
and the rhythmic beat of my heart is no more ~
maybe then you will admit that you loved me, too."
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney.
Originally posted on 12/19/2019
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment