when was the last time my heart bled

not for you

but for a tear never cried
for laughter never heard
a gentle touch never felt

when was the last time my heart sang

not with you

but for the warmth of the sun
for the crunch of autumn
a fresh drop of rain

when was the last time my heart breathed

When Dawn Whitehand ink on handmade Paper_1_1

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


your reflection stares back
indigo eyes blazing
a pale ghost looming
bad memories
refusing to fade
tightening the grip
vice-like on my mind
squeezing relentlessly
till my soul erupts
and is no more

Dawn Whitehand indigo Eyes

Pen on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

When Words Are Too Late

the words left unsaid
are the loudest
a mute plea
falling on deaf ears
a silent scream
echoing from empty walls
a voiceless cry

i love you

Dawn whitehand drawing

Dawn Whitehand Pen on Handmade Paper Doodle Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015