Pictured

I was waiting to imagine myself in love,

and as time passed by I realized nothing.

Desperately falling into the shadows,

resting on wings of the eagles defiled.

Heartless man on the brink of death,

crying out for nobody to hear.

My fingers are numb in this essence of love,

feeling each breath taken by painful light.

No warm smiles to keep me close,

just this reflection of how I am pictured.

No tears can fall past my withered eyes,

hint of blue becoming the blackness inside.

Shrouded by regretful losses coming back,

tearing me apart from the inside of my guilt.

Nevertheless my portrait hangs on my soul,

reaching out for just another moment to hold.

She stands before me in a light of blinding shadows,

taking my hand to lead me beyond the shame.

Candlelight burning softly my nightmares name,

picturing a tale of love in this hell I await.









Johnny Newell