Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

rewind


words…
sounds…
bits and chops…
swirling ‘round my brain…
just tryin' to make some sense…
sleep eludes…
dawn intrudes…

i can't love you any more…
don't wanna love you any less…

you're in my heart…
you're in my head…
your scent and sight color my world…
i'm drowning in your love…
don't throw me out a line…
floating…
drifting…
colors shifting…
clock ticks out a rhyme…
my heart is keeping time…

i can't love you any more…
don't wanna love you any less…

i'll kiss away your fears…
and drink up all your pain…
don't give up…
we're almost there…
no white flags…
no surrender…
gonna make this work…
i can't live without you…
don't make me learn that game…

here's the deal…
sorrow follows tears…
pain later for the happiness now…
is the joy something we only borrow…?
no more doubts…
no more fears…
can't think about that now…
just gotta do it…
take my hand…
you have my heart…

sunlight fades…
evening shades…

if i close my eyes…
will it all end tomorrow?

clock stops… times up… pencils down.

rewind?



© 2013 – Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw.  All Rights Reserved.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

STING


 

Damp cloth wipes pale cheek of night’s tears.

Gentle hands unclench spasmed fingers.

Cool linen drawn over body in silent defeat.

The battle bravely fought… now… the end of fears.


Mirrored doors close… motor hums… elevator slices through floors.

Soft thud as gravity announces… doors slide open… basement beckons.

Revenant shadows floating past… ghostly hands outstretched in plea.

Gurney wheels roll with thrum and squeak… down faded corridors.


Soft caress over cooling flesh… sheet floats in silent flight.

Bright fluorescent reflects in dark eyes… orbs unmoving.

Nostrils pinch with acrid disdain… fingers of death’s stench.

Shadow looms overhead… gloved hand holds dancing light.


Sharp sting traverses once proud chest… trailing down abdomen.

Blade whispers, swift and sure... sound chases blooded steel.

Dark red paints pale flesh…river of warmth pools in umbilical’s knot.

Unfeeling hands grasp… rending layers reveal tormented soul within.


Silent scream echoes inside her head.

Protestations unheard.

Comes the final sting.
  
Death’s pride has the last word…



©  2012 – Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw