Turning Sour

The silence hung in the hollow halls.

Bitter nothing filled the air.

Yesterdays promises became todays pain.

Too late,

she realized he would never come.

Yet even with full knowledge of this, she could not let go.

Memories from a better time,

a better life

would now be a the spark to her new found

haunting nightmares.

The power behind her fear would be what she

used to love.

Oh, how sad.

The bitter, cruel irony

that her feather light heart

would be the

cold, heavy anchor

to bring her dreams crashing down

to the razor sharp ground of

reality.