The last I saw was her stare
Sentencing me
Behind darkened walls,
Hell-bent in her
Muted voice-
Plunging me to depths of
Inward wrath;
She assailed my past
Feverless silence
My promises
Within narrow bounds
What was it?
Pangs of old devotion
Could it be so easily lost
In a turn of life?

T. Byram Karasu, MD is the author of Rags of My Soul

• Print
• Send to friend
• 
• 
• 
• 
• 

Have a comment? Start the discussion here!

Tags: byram, devotion, happiness, hell, love, mystery, narrow bounds, pangs, promises, rags, t byram karasu, wrath