The Opalescence
By: Chasma DeLane

I once was here, but now I'm not,
Although I'm present, I'm deep in thought.

My thoughts, a tourniquet, for broken a heart,
Mind screaming an answer, then ripping apart.

I'm pondering love, and thick it's cost,
So difficult found and more easily lost.

Praying and hoping and wishing am I,
That he not regrets ever making me cry.

For love him I, much as before,
As the nightgreen grotto bleeds into the shore.

Blinded by the halo of gold,
Defied the death of love age-old.

Papered, florid panoplies,
Memories of him, a mental striptease.

Slit, the wrists of the once-loved pained,
Crumpled, crying, seeping, stained.

Full, our brims with crimson regret,
Malignant, knifing, no repent.

The fake of smile, spilling of lips,
Intaking the morphine with murdering sips.

A jovial greeting, with a mask and a lie,
Now slashes heartstrings since his heavy goodbye.

Shattered, is promise, frozen, a tear,
Fizzled the hope of assuaging a fear.

Illuminated the broken barricade,
Simpled dreams of the forbade.

Love of war, and loved-once pain,
Worshipped, thieved, and broughten shame.

Back to thoughts and dreams once more,
Regrets, regards of the once-loved whore.

But love him ever, a sugared I,
Known of love as his heavy goodbye.

The Opalescence © Moi, your Chieftain Chasma
(By the way, if you EVEN consider stealing this poem,
or any others that you read on MY page, I will know,
and I will get the law involved.)

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