he opened his eyes to see the ray of sunlight
that shun brightly through the burgundy drapes
and as the light caressed his face, he emerged from bed
mentally preparing himself for the day ahead
he didnt wanna get up but he was already late
Dragging his feet, moping around the house
Memories taunt him of a love he had and lost
sold his heart for 30 pieces of silver
now paying more than it had originally cost
in an attempt to repair its countless pieces
scattered across a deserted land
scattered as if done deliberately
to honour someone's death wish
very nearly vanquished,
the tarnished remains escape his hand
with the help of a sudden gust of wind
Lost?...forever?
...maybe
Kavon McKenzie
Copyright 2009
