Shane Windham's Blog, page 8

POEM - The Echoing Knell

My eyes were distant secrets,

watching you cry beside

that empty riverbed

My thoughts imagined you, comforted

by the unexpected company

of safe arms;

and surely you’d fall into them

with the immediacy of a loveless ghost,

ready to take form,

and offer comfort in return

with the shapely heartbeat beneath

a needful negligee

  

So busy, was my eager mind,

projecting thick desire upon you,

that I failed to notice

the mirror-glass in your hand

The sky momentarily darkened

as you began to slit your wrists

And when that ...