Naked Soul

Water_witch-2by Abigael19 Nov 2013

Futile winds blow
through a broken heart
the vessel flawed
it's flow fragmented
cracks wide open

Stark naked
before humanities face
feeling vulnerable
in that dark
and lonely space

self leaks out
in a stream of tears
aimlessly to moon about
in a pool
of excuses and fears.

A dark fascination
this absence of light
spreads diamante'
on the cloak of night

The broken vessel
lets in a new dawn.
The smallest pond
is creation's mirror.