Imprints of Love

My heart is imprinted with stark lines
Grooved with ware and chipped on the many edges
Love the life blood oozed into the channels
And trickled in an endless march down
Sticky drops coagulated in mounds
Building columns of gore – a store of memories
Tossed to the ground
Piles of shredded dreams
Skittered in the wind of hope
As it gusts into a palatable storm.

Posted: Thursday, September 26th, 2019 @ 10:03 am
Categories: Poems.
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