she sits
within a cask
of her tears
torn by the revelations
of yesterday
she'll drown, she'll drown
straining for an ounce of life
to breathe
her pain swells
into a murky shape
wrought by
her every
silent cry
and how she feels
the very essence she wrote in blood
for him
poured from a place
that she will never
escape
and so
she dies in her pain
knowing
he'll never love her
again
Robert E. Anderson
Copyright 2009
“Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the
faithless who know love's tragedies.” ~Oscar Wilde
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