Parasol of Pain

Poem for Stormy's Poetry Newsletter and Contest here on the WdC

Parasol of Pain

Beneath my parasol of pain,
         Hands washed of blood,
Feet upon cold, damp earth,
         In the dusk of my love,

My candle loses its flame,
         The red twist down my arm,
With darkness approach,
         Only my life's in harm.

The parasol drops away,
         I hit the earth,
Screaming out loud,
         Yet, I go unheard.

Death has come to me,
         I smile and embrace,
I fade away,
         The parasol in my place.