South Carolina, USA
I fell to earth that day, as the moon traced a shimmering sky.
Listening to the soft and delicate
Wandering of a blanketed stream. Absorbing the thud of my heart in the dirt mound That kissed my closed lids.
Why, if one has been thought to be as pure as a diamonds glint, as sharp as the cold piercing of
the needle that stung and awoke this warrior from a sleep never thought to be never lasting.
Why must the fruits of one’s labors be dashed into priceless, useless shards of a once proud heart
The sting of a molten tear, travelling a perilous path, wandering aimlessly, waiting for my shame
To be cast far away..listening to the delicate heart babbling below the water’s edge as a lonely
Tune drifted over the tree tops.
And the band played on….Your cheatin H…..