Desolation

The aftermath of an argument

Dreams smeared on a barren landscape
swirling in a mist of pain,
grief comes like a summer storm
no relief comes with the rain.

Visions of your face are taunting,
memories of your touch are haunting,
what once was the greatest love
lies deadened as a wingless dove.

Passion melted into danger,
molten fury fuelled our fire,
slowly you became a stranger,
all ended when I called you a liar.

Anguish, hurt, bitterness and hate.
A weekly cycle doomed to fail.
Foreseeing a future so bland and pale.
loving you throughout, now too late.