In rain and thunder
Wind and hail
You stand there. Still
Forlorn, ghastly pale
Your sunshine gone
Your hope deplete
The absolute antithesis of
Complete
My treasure trove
Mercilessly plundered
My wings so clipped
My soul now barren
My will you will not
Cannot sway
Please just accept
I’m the one who got away
Copyright S. Smidt-Booys 2015
This is the final post for this Tandem series. Please check out what Celeste and Chevone have dished for this week.
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Such a touching perspective, from the one who got away. Beautiful Shelley.
I wish I could paint or even draw to show you the picture your words has painted in my brain.
Another well written piece Shells.