My fingers burned,
as the gust took you;
each jump and stretch fell short.
Red soared,
shrank to a pinprick—
then nothing.
I said I’d hold on;
I failed you.
Whispers from the Mirror: More Confessional Poems to Face…
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
Cold Inheritance
in the end you finally broke my heart
Whispers from the Past: More Childhood Memories to Revisit…
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Whispers without Rules: More Free Verse Poems to Wander…
Pain Felt Alive
I heard you panting, groaning,
Bound in Darkness
my blood flowed over golden sands
Fed on Dirt
we knew neither compassion nor remorse
Blood Burning
sweet perfumes linger longer than warmth