As I walk in this <br />dead winter, the moon <br />is silently moving <br />above the trees. <br />Dimming lights <br />pushing through the branches. <br /> <br />From the traceries <br />of the past. <br />Hoping to find a resolve <br />of this void. <br /> <br />The wind shifted. Swiftly, <br />drifting through <br />my pain. From afar, <br />a light is flickering. <br /> <br />Sharp are his words <br />has become. Slashing. <br />Taking a monstrous shape. <br /> <br />I've promised, I will <br />forbid this heart to want <br />him again.<br /><br />cassey wolsh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-nearing-its-end/
