Poems ✍️

Tis the end, the demise of a love affair.
She climbs into bed.....to seek consolation
But nothing and no-one is there to care.
Alone..... with the passing of time.

She is cold and lonely, she cannot sleep.
Darkness drips chaos to form on her skin
As the silence smothers an urge to weep,
four walls of resolve tumble in.

She no longer lives in a perfect world,
like an Orchid....exotic and fragile she lay,
eyes tightly closed, arms protectively curled.
She waits for the dawn, a new day.

Tis the end, the demise of a love affair,
she climbs into bed to seek consolation
But nothing and no-one is there to care.
Alone.....with the passing of time.