There is confusion of love
lying beneath the surface of passion
entangled within the once heart of adulation
for this love has slowly fade like a worn stone
exposed to the constant inundation of rain
until there is nothing left of her
tattered and torn is she within her restless soul
and it is here where my heart has shattered
upon open ended days of agony
like crashing waves against jagged rocks into a lost mist
where I shall wither away into the dark corners of my mind
and inculcate a grief-stricken heart
sliding off the edge of dawn
waiting for this love to return
but she has been eroded wind-swept
and washed away upon the shores of another
where not even the splendor
of poetic verse
can restore her to me
windswept..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
