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Disdainful Glance
by Brian Francis
I’ve walked alone so many miles now
It often seems I’m on my own
In my dreams I share a happy life
My hearts embrace; devotion’s home
And yet awake I find a lonely world
Devoid of love or gentle touch
like a garment rend then tossed away
Trampled into dirt and muck
I walk alone through this barren place
This wilting hollow within my heart
What once grew bright so full of life
A drought of love has ripped apart
Yet, I stay; I dance and plead for rain
I scream I beg a primordial cry
A broken soul so easily borne
An ember of love refusing to die
10/13/2012 Posted on 10/13/2012
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 10/13/12 at 07:21 PM Really great flow here and I love it! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/14/12 at 09:57 PM A lot of great fire and passion in this. Awesome. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/15/12 at 03:03 PM It's amazing sometimes what poetry can come from just a glance. Really like the expression of soul here, forlorn and yet still hopeful. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/22/12 at 11:06 PM Those embers are so important! Keep them burning. |
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