Posted: May 18, 2012 in Uncategorized

The things we do to the ones we love…

Quazism

In the corners of my darkest self

I go searching for the light.

Still,my mood paints the day morbid.

Murky waters lure me closer to

a wet end for this dry life

My tears become one with the lake

Our fairytale died

and with it my smile.

The singing birds in my voice have

gone silent

I explode into a swarm of bats

and claim the night sky

A dark mood for a once happy child

my unforgiving heart beats curses and spells

A cauldron of revenge for

a life wrapped in hate

I Will see you again lover

and it will be the last time.

 ©Richard Quaz Roodt(2011)

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An Un-Fairytale written for  Openlinknight18 @ d’Versepoets.com  and Poetry Pantry #75 and  Friday Picture Prompt on Real Toads

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