Looking Into Empty Frames

moments measured by the beat of a heart, shreds of intimacy to discard
the start of something fresh and new, watching and waiting as it grew

ageless and youthful in its form, until the moment the veil is torn
beauty and lust in the raw, a crimson trail is all they saw

a burden to bear rigid and cross, stopping short of a deadly loss
pearls of sweat remorse and regret, dismay and pity never forget

one is not humbled nor ashamed, such is the fool who is not named
double jeopardy and endless games, looking into empty frames

darkness comes and sees you still, all alone and with no will
driven by the game of life, dodging bullets full of strife

             


{Valentina Silver©️}