Samantha's tear - The Narrative poem
A silver drop,
viscosity greater then life
where she stands
Taking with it an essence
A blade of fire unrelenting
Sure striking as the rattler
Amid the thunder, rain, and lightning
shattering her id
syllables felt most acutely
She ran, feet feeling abuse
the body sympathizing
All in perverted harmony.
Cocoon cracking from numbing slumber
Gives reason to the silver droplet
Event not so well remembered as felt.
not to salve
what that tongue wove
a straight jacked of heartstrings
now thread bear from the pain.
Now isn't the time to think of it
she holds her self
as the jacket's fibers fall apart
leaving emptiness and yearning
Whom shall she covet?
She questions the clock forswearing rebirth
contemplating what might be gained
in a probable moment of weakness
a healing God forbid,
To battle the bitterness
questioning all empathy
Yet yearning all the more safe harbor
not so blighted as the one
she left an hour before
Perhaps she will think of it
another day or time
but not now.
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