Sunday, March 6, 2011


Caught in the whirlwind

She spins round and round

Heart beating with excitement

Body starving for enticement

Trapped in the whirlwind

The whirlwind of false dreams

The whirlwind of true screams

Fleeting glimpses of her lost love

Fly by like a white dove…

She spins round and round

Until her soul is broken

Thrown upon the ground

Her body left as nothing other

Than a tattered mess

Of crimson flesh…

All that remains

Is fleeting glimpses

Of her lost

Love like

A white


1 comment:

  1. Very beautiful poem, even the text forms a whirlwind. I will be coming back to read more of you poetry...