Dismal dismissing
of moth torn fabric
being eaten from
the center outward.
Weathered hands
of leather hold
the bit with a
fisted, iron grip.
Storm clouds
swirl above as
heavens fury is
unleashed. Upon
a past now gone.
Buried beneath
mountains of hope
and frayed dreams
that withered
beneath hedges
overgrown and
trampeled upon.
and through it
all the memory
of one smile
seems able to
with stand like
a dagger straight
through the heart.
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I really like this. =] It has amazing imagery, but it's so sad at the same time. My favorite part is:
"Buried beneath
mountains of hope
and frayed dreams
that withered
beneath hedges
overgrown and
trampeled upon."
Beautiful write.
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Thank you for reading.....it is meant to be sad as this piece reflects how I am feeling right now about some one who broke my heart. Thank you for stopping in to read and commenting! Best wishes, Marie
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