Under Her Dark Veil

0 Comments

Under Her Dark Veil

Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
"Why are you so pale today?"
"Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.
How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the bannister

And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: 'A joke!
That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.'
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

deadlybunny’s Poems (29)

Title Comments
Title Comments
If It Means A Lot To You 0
what shall I do? 0
Death, My Friend 0
A Message From A Tormented Teen 0
We All Die Now 0
Under Her Dark Veil 0
Plain and Simple 0
Dreamin With a Broken Heart 0
None 0
Out 0
Time to Leave 0
I 0
Invisible Angel 0
BLACK TEARS 1
An Entrapment 1
A special world 0
Dandelions 0
The World 2
Dragons 0
Chicago Poet 1
Gone. 0
Vampires 1
The Execution 0
Loved by Me!!! 1
I Miss You 1
A Toast To You Dad 1
Dreams 0
Key To My Heart 1
without you 1