Moment’s Reprieve

[The Silence]

Torn apart,
He crossed his heart…
And hoped to die
With every lie
That was told
Clever and bold
By so many
With promises plenty
About the past
That at long last
Would finally end
And no longer send
Her songs away
With each waking day
To be forever unheard
By a theater of the absurd
That mocks the bard and beadle
As he holds this needle
Learned of false hope
Concerned he couldn’t cope
With the strife of lost emotion
And the lack of life’s devotion
To write another chapter
Here and thereafter
Of yet a different story
Without his mourning glory
As he alone is not to blame
For all the memories and the shame
That cripple him with doubt and guilt
Leaving words unspoken and flowers to wilt
His angel’s love betrayed
By the silence’s crusade
The guardian takes one last breath
Losing all hope to his living death
Now torn apart,
She crossed her heart…
~Michael A. Arnold

[The Silence]

Well, this is just my take on that anonymously written "Cross my heart, hope to die, poke a needle though my eye..." age old saying...I may personally hate this particular poem of mine now, but perhaps then I hadn't.

[St Elmos Fire]

I've just read all your poems - All brilliant and very profound. I may post one of mine.

[The Silence]

I've just read all your poems - All brilliant and very profound. I may post one of mine.

Have you now? Well I thank you very much regardless...by the way, your username had reminded me of Shakespeare's The Tempest (Act I, Scene II) & Melville's Moby-Dick.