Jalousie

How many thousand yesterdays
have spilled upon the path
of lost tomorrows,
drowned beneath a flood
of unshed tears
that trickle through the cracks
and leave an acrid trail
of unseen devastation

How many more 
have been beaten to their knees
before the beast
that casts away the flesh
and eats the bones
to break the soul.

The wounds 
are deep and plentiful
and have turned the heart to stone,
it weathers hailstorms 
with indifference 
and collects a coat of ice,
but deep inside
it still cries
and mourns the death
of self.


june 2006
ŠJanet Reid


   



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Ayana 24/3/2011