Amidst the scary waves,
Black and dark clouds
Cluster over my head
Daring my pride to
End this losing game.
From a broken heart’s view
Grinding my teeth, I sigh and
Halt these deafening voices.
I sit and wait a bit longer,
Jades that cover my heart
Kneel as they plead for another
Love. I, however, offer them a
Magic look, seat on pills and
Needles, wondering if your
Oath to protect me will live at least.
Puzzled and desperate, I
Quench my thirst by
Reading your old letters and
Sipping on your fragrance
That was left in the linens.
Unknowingly I smile and scream
Vigorously at once
With this wilting and
Xeric heart of mine
Yelling like a hungry
Zombie pleading for your return.
Featured image by Matthew Henry
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Gisele Umurungi is a passionate writer of fiction and non fiction. She is a med graduate who enjoys reading romance genres. She is also a foodie and lover.
