Caught up in the whirlwind
Of your fervent promises,
A raging tsunami of emotions, I forgot
That they were but words uttered;
Frail and shifting as a sand dune
To be swept away to unknown lands
By the slightest gust of wind;
To be weathered down, eroded,
By the continuous trials of Fate.
Like an invisible audience I watched
Us drifting apart like seismic plates.
Could you not be my mountain of strength,
Your words, the roots that held my soil?
But as my tears flowed like an angry river
The cracks in my glacier seemed to widen
And I dissolved into nothing.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
