Sorry

Feathers in a water's strangle,
ichor black as ice cold hate.
Flowing over scissor falls,
deaf to action, and to calls.
Lost to all but fate.

Oceans more of listless barley
dance like silver eyes insane.
Crimson sunset closing chapters,
leather books with ever-afters
read before the rain.

Streets of paving black with water.
Nightlit twinkles, stab my eye.
Greens are grey as sunless hours,
petals sad upon the flowers,
since she said goodbye.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.