Thursday, April 22, 2010


A drop of rain,
On barren ground,
Her love was nothing,
Like torture and pain.

She stood in the shadows,
Suffered in silence,
Waited for the time,
To speak her heart.

Instead of happiness,
She got pain,
Life had dealt her,
A cruel hand.

She cried for love,
She cried for what could never be,
She knew in her heart,
She had lost a love so surreal.

Facing reality,
The last chapter,
She woke up,
From her loveless dream.

© thelma migue, 2009

from the cizoepoetry collection.


  1. *Speechless*

    You spoke our hearts
    You speak it out
    These words so true
    These words are you.

    Go on sister!