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Window for a Widow
"He should have been home by now"
The tragic thought cannot escape her terrified mind
Prior to his departure, her loving husband looked her in the eyes and made a confident vow
Promising that when he reaches out and tries to touch the sun, he won't go blind
She patiently waits on the rooftop of her vacant Victorian house shivering and alone
Pacing back and forth on the wooden-railed platform, praying that he safely travels the route back home
She lights a candle and places it on the windowsill, hoping that this makeshift lighthouse will guide him back to her heart
Now the ocean controls his fate as the waves crash down and drift two shattered souls further apart
...She stares at the twinkling stars, searching for some sort of sign, as she spreads her wings from the highest point of her house like a mourning dove
Shedding a stream of tears as she parades the streets of her widow's walk, hopelessly searching for her long lost love...
"I should have been home by now"
The tainted thought cannot escape his demonic dreams
His quick and dependable return back home destiny will not allow
The wicked waves and corrupted clouds unite and attack to form an undefeatable, tragic tag-team
He hears the ocean call to him, reading his atrocious elegy on this one way trip
Singing his frigid funeral song as the captain heroically goes down with his sunken ship
With every gasping breath he dwells on the past, for navigating his future is no longer in his control
Now the violent and satanic seas own his submerged soul
...Their friends would always joke that her widow's peak symbolizes that she would outlive her husband
Now she sadly showcases her mourning hood of hair as she reluctantly realizes that her dearly beloved may never again return to land...
The ocean speaks
The ocean takes
The toxic tears roll down her cheeks
As her fragile heart bleeds and breaks
The ocean talks
The ocean lies
Atop the widow's walk
Her future dies
...She stares at his picture on the mantle and demands the answers to questions she has for those that hibernate higher above
Drowning in an ocean of tears as she gazes out of her widow's watch, desperately dying to rediscover her one true love...
You had me gasping for air on this one Donnie (lol) Man you make the poetry junkie jump right out of me... This poem is one of my favorites..But I think this would be an excellent piece of a novel..honestly. You have such an excellent way of expressing yourself and your use of language is superb that's what I love about your writing.
beautifully written...