Painfully aware Of things I see And I do not dare Touch what I believe One single caress And hope diminishes What you're left with Is empty promises And unfulfilled wishes The remnants of faith Are simply ugly markings Left upon your body Causing a fire of darkness And smoke rising Made of sadness That disappears Into the atmosphere Until you're left with...
Absolutely nothing
Quoted line from "I Killed Her" by Rose, for Frank's "Let's Do A Line!" challenge. This was the first poem I recall reading from Rose and I've been hooked on her poetry ever since then, thanks for the inspiration ***, love ya. :)