So lost (part 4) – a minuscule musings series

The following is a part of a ‘minuscule musings’ series. It’s more like a work in progress for a larger piece, a short story. I aim to add to it each week, and hopefully something fluid will come of it!

Read part one
Read part two
Read part three


Betrothed to what was stolen from her.
And when once removed of it, removed from her was her use for me.

And yet, as my mind wandered, as I was at war with myself, I could not convince myself of anything. Caught by conviction, I forced myself to move on as if she never existed. Removed her from my memory, just as the spell she had over me.

And not from me, she’ll ever again feel.

© 2016

So lost (part 3) – a minuscule musings series

The following is a part of a ‘minuscule musings’ series. It’s more like a work in progress for a larger piece, a short story. I aim to add to it each week, and hopefully something fluid will come of it!

Read part one here
Read part two here


And not for me, she’ll ever feel.

And tainted of her blood, like a spell, I have forgotten love. I forbade myself her, from loving her. Forever as a spectre withing my mind. My love for her never returned. But never forgotten, the horror of her losing herself. Her happiness, herself, she was robbed of those things when she chose to live life in mourning.

© 2016

So lost (part 2) – a minuscule musings series

The following is a part of a ‘minuscule musings’ series. It’s more like a work in progress for a larger piece, a short story. I aim to add to it each week, and hopefully something fluid will come of it!

Read part one here


Crestfallen, she falls and I do nothing. She has driven herself to this. There is nothing I can do. And though I love her, I cannot.

I have seen the monster within, the one incapable, unwilling, to surrender to happiness and love. And though my hands are washed of her blood, the torrents stain.

Stains which last, scoring the flesh. Never to be free of her.

© 2016

Shaken, so lost

Shaken, so lost
yet beginning to see
it all.
In darkness
in darkness
my mind left to crawl
to the forbidden
to the unsaid
to the designed daemons
who maul
from within.
They are my own.
And in this hour, I weep.
Sweet sorrow,
for my heart does keep
waiting for the day
when I fall

© 2016

Crestfallen heart

Crestfallen heart
The raging sorrow
Two hearts alike
Strewn with grief
Severed love
Ended love
For one of them

Heed this warning
Death’s scorning hand
Her beauty unforeseen

Bleeding hearts
A down spiral of depression
Into a sepulchre of love!

Despondent heart
Now deathly sorrow
Forlorn seraphim
Phantasmal maidens
Coveting our love

Thy soul arisen

© 2008

In the Midst of Love

In the Midst of Love: The Beginning

Unto us, Love
A dying need
Filling all holes

In the Midst of Love: The Middle

Lonely hearts
And dreary nights
Crestfallen
Now pit of despair

In the Midst of Love: The End

Drowning sorrow
Tormented hearts
Mind from body
Decapitated
By love’s anger
She now despises
All of me

© 2009