Friday, April 2, 2010

Relentless

It comes like a thief in the night
quiet, unknowing, creeping
like shadows from the unknown.

A shadow forms of what once was and
leaves a trail of relentless sorrow
hovering above his bowed head.

He doesn't wait for her
his bitterness like bile
spewing from his wicked tongue.

Soon she will vanish, just a trace of a kiss
left softly whispering against his lips. His tongue
mangled with words of what could have been.