Beauty in creation

Beauty in creation

söndag 18 juli 2010

New born angel

This blackest among black days I lost my muse
she became another victim of domestic abuse.
finally she couldn´t stand
another hard touch from his cold hand.
´cause playing with other people´s lives
is like making them walk on red-heated knives.
So therefore, when I call your name in vain
all that greets me is even more merciless pain.
´cause all that lingers in the silence
is the memory of meaningless violence.
I might be standing here and cry,
but I know now you´re flying high.

2 kommentarer:

  1. Very good rythm and rhyme I think, a very touching subject and I liked your way of portraying it. Feels strange to say you like something when it comes to dealing with the subject but I hope you understand how I'm thinking.

    SvaraRadera
  2. I do get how you mean and I thak you for your kind words! It feels really close to me because it´s about a friend I lost last autumn and I was trying to express some of the feelings I bear inside my heart and mind..

    SvaraRadera