Darkened skies,
Gloomy thoughts,
A heart of stone,
A soul lost along the way.
Midnight rains come to
Wash away the sludge
Trapping thoughts
Inside this deep mire.
Yearning for a touch,
Any touch that will melt
The frost surrounding
A heart frozen in darkness.
Memories of sweet nectars
Nourishing a parched soul
Whilst sipping on a chalice
Overflowing with bitter wine.
Wistful longings,
For a life spent.
A life wasted.
A life of woe.
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White Oleander
Short StoryA collection of stories and poems about women - often feisty, sometimes broken, at times insecure, always strong. Each marching to the rhythm of her own heartbeat.
