Poems

Silhouette’s message

  A silhouette remains Of a bygone era A woman used, scorned Never loved, wanted.   The silhouette is dark, black No light can splinter To reveal its horror Or its shame.   The silhouette reminds, Like a wound, a scar Lest she be tempted To dwell there again.   The silhouette prods, Begs for… Continue reading Silhouette’s message