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Her Tormented Monochrome World

Myrikay's picture

Collapsed on the rain soaked pavement
A young lady cries
Dressed in all black
As if attending a funeral

The rain has mixed with
Saltwater tears
Her tears have become the
Tormented rain

The only color in the scene
A violent red parasol
The umbrella that once represented
Innocent memories

Those memories have been stained
Scarlet with guilt
In the lonely world
Drenched in black and white

And the only sound
In this Monochrome world:

Is the steady downpour of rain
And the promise

The whisper

Of glorifying death...
 

The Music Man's picture

There's something in your words

That was..............................................riveting. I don't know how else to say it. If there's one thing I could tell you, though, is that there's no glory in death. No matter who you are.

*In lack of a better comment*

Myrikay's picture

Thanks

Such high praise...Thank you so much.

As for the death part: I'm not really sure where that came from. I guess I was "Writing form the heart" (Cheesy, right?) I'm not really sure how to describe the thinking there. When I figure it out, you'll be the first to know. :D

 

Also, so I don't bother you twice: I just finished reading your poem "Good Feeling" and I love it. You have really good flow and the words "Of friendships bound by makeshift love," were fantastic...

If I give you my heart, will you promise to be careful with it?