No Tears For You

I walk barefoot on your smoldering coals

as you paint my pain in hues of crimson.

Deranged images hover on my ceiling

as I lie on bed of broken crushed dreams,

crawling on ground with clipped wings.

Sound reverberates as you twist my gut,

your black tide runs dry upon my shore -

emotionless starvation in hollow drums.

Night chaperones darkness in sobbing clouds

while you rob the diamonds from my crown,

replacing them with thorns of the damned,

tattered memories wearing mourning veil.

I trowel over the rough patches to polish hurt,

glue my heart together, absorb into my chest

gather my rasping pain to learn to live

hearing redeeming messages in my grief.

A thousand years from now, there will be

            NO TEARS FOR YOU.