Memories impaled on an endless reality
pierce my empty womb with loss
as cascading tears form the dream of a child
dancing with the gentle breeze
of life.
Constantly reminding my tormented heart
that her sweet innocent face is now
only but a series of deceitful images
alive to shatter my heart.
and that never again, will I be able to
touch the crimson petals integrated
within her soul
created by the essence of  my bleeding love,
watering
a beautiful memory drifting away
into the hands of God.