Stained



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Memories of you cling to me like rain on a window

Muddied by the dust of days in a purity lost

Refracting my life into the colors of the rainbow

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You speak to me in whispers when all alone

An unwelcome spirit seeking solaced refuge

Finding its home within my lovesick bones

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Like a long, dull ache that will not subside

You are a constant reminder of where it hurts

The ugly scar that shows how hard we tried

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You linger like a wisp of acrid smoke now born

In the extinguishing of a once ferocious flame

That can sting tears to the eyes of the forlorn

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You reside like a bad tattoo from the best of days

A permanent mark sunk deep into the skin

Where time can turn bright colors into all grey

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A vow made to her who sits on queenly throne

As sacred words become the long crusade

And pulls the knight from the safety of home

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There is something that can never be let go

A stain that cannot be washed away

With some purpose that I do not know

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Comments
11 Responses to “Stained”
  1. beth says:

    the art of courtly love

  2. kristianw84 says:

    No one writes hauntingly beautiful poetry like you! I suppose some ghosts never leave…

  3. K.L. Hale says:

    As always your imagery and word choices are magical and musical. You bring out the beauty~even within wounds. Take care my friend!

  4. petespringerauthor says:

    I felt the pain in each and every line of this masterpiece.

  5. Bridgette says:

    Oh, so powerful and painful.

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