ruin posted by imani , Friday, July 24, 2009 at 10:00 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

as my body grows
cold and numb
it painfully remembers
the instrument of your
wrath
~ shackling my faith
as my eyes overflow
with tears and
all i can see is the
vision of a love
i once felt
the love we once had
and now, even when
its sweetness withers
the flowers
the fire thaws
the ice that covers
my heart
this passion
and disillusion
resurrects my soul
to its ruin.