Maureen G. Karimi·Monday, 28 September 2015
Deflated, pounced, torn, crushed...
This is the condition of this bandaged heart.
A once glowing eyes, shut, as black river flows from it.
Shuttered dreams...
Deafening screams...
Dried streams...Dull & faded beams.
The warm stretched arms of love,
now turned into clenched fists of bitterness..
A once warm breath turned into fiery fumes of anger...
A once calm voice of hospitality, turned into disturbing screams n shouts of agony.
...All changed by an organ so small...
A part she wishes could be engulfed in the hot flames of hell...
A portion of life that desired a reality turned into a myth
The myth that caused tears from the bandaged heart...
...the MYTH called LOVE.
©The Unspoken