Heart Slept
It’s a romantic night,
A roaring fire, bright,
Rain’s pitter patter, light,
Grey skies spilling tears of fright.
The roamtic violin’s dreamy tunes
Creates an ambiance of runes
That devine future’s fortunes
That explode in a boom of fumes.
Romance dies a tragic death,
People move on without a breath,
Devastation reigns in line with
The fumes of death traveling in stealth.
Romance’s death is felt
With all loss of hope that spelt:
Joy, compassion, fury, hate that left
An empty hole where the heart slept.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Poetess: Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, my poetry divided into 3 themes: Relationships, social/ postcolonial criticism, and self-awareness/ growth.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 