Tempest
And still
My unmade bed
For days
Means
An unkempt storm
Is gathering
Truth like sheets
And rain that screams
Must spill
-me
Painting: Unmade Bed by jillianngrace on deviantart.com
And still
My unmade bed
For days
Means
An unkempt storm
Is gathering
Truth like sheets
And rain that screams
Must spill
-me
Painting: Unmade Bed by jillianngrace on deviantart.com
~ by April on October 21, 2018.
Posted in Humanity, Identity, Loss, Love, Marriage, Poetry, Writing
Tags: Bed, Betrayal, Loss, Love, pain, Poetry, Scream, Soeak, Storm, Tempest, truth, Voice, words