No More
A poem about how quickly your dreams of the future can change.
She stands, stands staring, at a future that is no more.
A broken wreckage of
Metal,
Glass,
and doors.
Inside the shattered pieces of her heart across the seat.
Cold, she stands, upright paralyzed.
He lies underneath.
Underneath and through the door, are shattered possibilities:
Family,
Kids,
Love,
Now all out of reach.
He used to make her senses erupt & leap with joy.
A beautiful thing gone; red has left them destroyed.
But beauty, yes beauty, they say I will see again.
Though how can I? How can I when…….
When everywhere I look I all I see, is
That crashed door.
The broken glass.
The split open red, now turned to black.
No. I will NEVER, never see beauty again.
Nothing will ever erupt or please to my sense anymore.
Since that night I stood staring, at a future no longer allowed for,
In that broken wreckage of
Metal,
Glass,
And doors.
About the Creator
Karen Cordes
I'm a writer of songs, poetry, musicals and theatre.
When I'm not writing, I am help people make their travel dreams come true as a travel planner.
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