Masquerade
Category:Creative Writing,Poems,Poetry,WritingMasquerade
I heard you call my name today,
in the whisper of a morning breez
e
I felt your touch upon my skin,
such a gentle sweet caress.
But then the darkness came,
in all its’ thundering fury
Scoffing at my weakness roaring,
Love is not for one like you.
So I hung my head in shame,
And I trembled in its’ wake
Tears slid down my face,
No heart was left to break.
© 2019 Judith Mallard