Widow

In darken hours

Between madness and witches

I think upon you

My heart cold lonely hitches

 

Those memories before time

Convict my despair

Bringing small comfort

Black mourning I wear

 

Tulle chains my emotion

A silken tomb of embrace

Keeping stoic expression

Full make-up in place

 

If my face breaks cracks

It will leak of bittersweet oil

That ease my rusty hinges

When the bell doth tolls

 

 

~m

 

 

 

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4 comments

  1. thereluctantpoet · 6 Days Ago

    Great wordsmithing and such heartfelt feelings and emotions. Well done!!

    Thanks for visiting and following my blog!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. charmedchaos12 · 3 Days Ago

    Beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

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