Tempest

Tempest
 
 
Her voice is haunting.
Waves of sadness
are crashing down upon me.

She is wildly beautiful.
A bitter tempest,
a perfect storm.

Her blistering cries
are ripping and shredding
the embroidery of my soul.

Her watery eyes
are forever drowning
the treasure in my chest

each beat
a token in payment
for passage to her depths.

My thoughts,
like rats abandoning a sinking ship,
are scurrying in vain...

With sunken eyes
I embrace her beauty.
Gasping, gasping, one last time.

 
 

    
 

    
 

Winner of Round 11 of "Invalid Item" 
I read this poem at the Live Poet Society on 02/15/15
I read this poem at the Talent Poetry open mic on 02/12/15
I read this poem at the Talent Poetry open mic on 12/11/14
A list of my open mic poetry readings is here "Open Mic" 


Line count: 21 lines
Form: Free verse
Written for: Whispers Of The Soul Poetry contest due 11:59pm WDC time Nov 30.
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