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Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
Like magic in the night
I move swiftly out of sight
Prudent is the silence
That awakens the inner knowing
Casting out my charm
Will he feel alarmed
Drawing closer to the race
To find our hidden space
Among the moon and stars
No easy task
Will I allow him at last
Or scurry across the grass
Towards the inner circle
Where the fire burns bright
To have one more glance
And then I'm out of sight
Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
Many daggers to the heart
It's important to weild this turmoil
Into a fresh start
Exhausted maze over lapping days
Weary of trust that freely gave
Drained of laughter in earlier ways
Have I become stripped and bare
No more armor to spare
For it's heavy stature
Failed to compare
Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
Evolution or a false illusion
Mirror images of the past
Lost in translations grasp
Visions wresting too
Conquering threw the ticking hand
Half past man
Will this chapter end or continue my friend
Lessons to learn or repeat, return
To canvous your space
Until you resonate
Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
Gaping abyss
Paradox of the infinite unknown
Birthing duality in which secrets lay
Mysteries of all ages from thy day of old and new
Came forth Chaos spinning into syncrasy
With the depth of unspoken truths
While yet some thirst to quench Seeking what one can't perceive
Grasping for spiritual unknowns
Stepping into the in between
As breath was given and will recede
Is what the yawning void is to me
Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
As bound my heart beats against this cage I weep
For is no great love that sorrow does not cloud
While gazing upon this lake full of regretful Moors
I am yet bound
Bound be I to a spell he did cast
Upon my soul forever last
Shall not I leave, for captive of his wilds
And yet at such distance I long for a tempered embrace
Shackled does not memory fade
Or the heart cave
For the beating heart strings only one song
Promises to carry on
For no truer love can I declare
Till yet no more life do I have to spare
Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
Unrelentless chatter as nothing matters
Have not your viperous sting fallen on my stricken heart
Cruelty crawling between lips of malicious distortion
Yet unconditionally insain
I continue in vain loving but this foul ego of man
The toll of betrayal laced and heavy deceit
As he batters prideful blame on me  
With a sip of despondence
I carry on till
Once again I feel the spill
Of my heart bleeding stains on a forsaken bond
With no potion to mask the turmoil
Feverishly I have the need for he
Yet I carry on with this placid distraction
Leaving my mind no rest for it shall scurry towards the darkest corner
Of thy bleeding heart
Tabatha Cromer Dec 2019
You don't decide who you love
But what is love to be had
False hope for the ******
Restless exictment to pass on
Replaced with  sickness of the gut and quacked chest
For one is always truer then it's predecessor
One always more intertwined in the art
I have but love for one man
But will falsely give to one more deserving
For this man I love deserves none
He does not deserve to feel my touch
For he replaced it
With the smooth feel of hops running down his throat
He does not deserve the sound of air leaving my lungs , neither of speach nor hum
For he replaced the sound of my breathing along his pillow side
With strangers moans and nights of ******* highs
He deserves not to see the tears lick my cheeks
For what a reward that would be
To remind him of what power he has over me
For what joy he finds in such wicked ways
The shadow of the man whom now stands today

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