Foretold

Standing forlorn in the falling rain,
Emotions laden on a fragmented heart,
Existing no more for the divine plan laid,
Staring till comes the inevitable dark.

Joined only by warmth of a familiar other,
Walking across the jagged edge of ice,
Steel eyes pursue a definite shudder,
Her heart, his hand, the twist so concise.

Standing, watching the waves unfold,
With moments of nothing, her heart hollow,
Stone rocks under her, freezing ice cold,
He opens his mouth, so purposeful, yet slow.

Omitted, "I don't love you, I never will",
"I live for you" she said, her emotions; controlled,
He sneered, said "Find someone else, there's time still",
But the death of her had just been foretold.

© Christie 2006

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** This poem couldn't be any less true to my own life. But whats a poet if they can't write from a perspective not their own? =)

Also, its a dark poem, not always meant to be understood. If this is beyond your comprehension, feel free to message me and i will explain. =) Sometimes its just better to write a poem that not everyone will understand.

Please rate and comment, much appreciated and always returned. =D