I wanted to call this poem 'Bleak Despair', but I thought the lighter title of 'Raindrops' could express hope and redemption.
Thanks to all those that have reviewed so far-I will try and find time to review you back!
7/9/05
Raindrops
Locked up in his bleak despair
Neither moving, neither aware.
Imprisoned by his memory of ice,
Struggling with this deathly vice.
Heartfelt whisper, yearning sigh
One more secret, one more lie.
The burning silence rings louder than truth
As pearl drops gleam on his wasted youth.
Raindrops shatter his delicate mind,
One eye blinks, the other one blind.
No such illusion left on his face
He greets the truth in eternal embrace
Nothing cuts like the blade of a knife
Defying the heavens, taking one more life.
Drowning in his bleak despair
At last he can stroke her long sweet hair.
After re-reading this, I wasn't satisfied with the ending but what can you do? (sighs) Opinions?
