A fragile thing
Smashed
Tragedy unfolds like a vile flower.
What mortal sins have doomed us thus,
that we forever feel the kiss of fire?
Solemn Prayers
sent out to ears unhearing
until the whispers dry our throats
and parch out lips.
The fire burns within
Dark soulless eyes stare from a lover's face.
Do Not Know Them
The Angel's torn away
and left the raw and bleeding wound
that prayers and words can never heal.