She said my words hold her too tight on cold nights,
preventing her little toes from freezing,
and taking away a reason for her to run away
into the apathetic blizzard.
She sleeps with her boots on,
isolating herself on icy one-way avenues
with no memory of the footprints
with no memory of the footprints
that led to my door step.
Even though she has the key,
she uses the ridges
to cut through my window screen.
Only then does she feel at home.
Her pain is cancerous, yet hidden
from the vision of introspection.
Seeking an answer
where love is the question
in a labyrinth without an exit.
If she would let it,
my love would heal her.
By Darryl Walker Jr
(c) Copyright 2016
Prompt: Bridge
September 15, 2016 at 5:30 pm
Awesome poetry 🙂
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September 15, 2016 at 5:33 pm
Thank you, Akila!!
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September 15, 2016 at 5:32 pm
She would let it,
She needs the elixir of your love,
She needs the magic of your hands,
The warmth from your smiling sun face…
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September 15, 2016 at 5:40 pm
Thanks.
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September 16, 2016 at 4:22 am
Great show not tell poem
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September 16, 2016 at 11:27 am
Thanks, Tareau!
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