Beneath the Midnight Veil
On the Persistence of Haunted Love
I see her eyes in every midnight flame,
A vision carved upon my weary mind
No passing year can still the dreadful claim.
The walls resound when I repeat her name
A curse unbroken cruelly intertwined
I see her eyes in every midnight flame.
The grave is cold yet grief is not the same
It binds the soul though earth has long confined
No passing year can still the dreadful claim.
I walk the halls where silence knows my shame
Each step betrays the solace I can’t find
I see her eyes in every midnight flame.
I prayed for peace yet anguish ever came
A chain that time refuses to unwind
No passing year can still the dreadful claim.
The night consumes the prayers I dare to frame
Its hollow silence answers in my mind
I see her eyes in every midnight flame.
No passing year can still the dreadful claim.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Bloodroot and Coal Dust, his latest book.
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me_(flame claim shame frame ... ) cool try to do it inside too your verse,I enjoyed the reading I hope you could check my works and feedback it
Superbly written!
The tragic longing is palpable. 👏👏🖤