The hands of time tick slowly by

as dawn breaks in a new day.

A nightmare reality of

the receding night lies marked,

like so many fading stars,

in the shattered glass on the floor.


Silken shards of sorry souls,

their lives now trapped

in a dream of what was then,

what is now and

what should never have been.


Each broken image,

a moment in time captured

for those who were there

to witness the whirlwind

of a love gone sour.


The blood-stained rug tells a tale of woe

in a world nobody else sees.

A painful portent of the coming storm;

of a love that lived and died

in the grip of a cold winters morn.


The dancing flames of a freshly lit fire

can do nought to chase out the cold,

for the night was so long

and the panes etched deep;

too deep for the kiss of desire.


Rivulets of blood trickle

to the point of the sliver

I clutch so tightly in my hand.

I feel a pain shrouded ecstasy

as I watch my life drip away

to the beat of a now broken heart.


Like the pain that I bore

as I knelt on the floor

at your feet.

It was too much to bear.


“Oh shattered reflection of all that I was

come press the point of your pain deeper,

that you may bring down the night

to the end of my lonely fight.

I commend all I was to your keeping.”



Written by Darren Scanlon, 9th December 2014

Revised 15th June 2015.

©2014 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.


4 Comments Add yours

  1. Heart-wrenching and visceral. Thanks ever so much of the vivid evocation of the shattering of love, and taking me into this beautiful yet haunting psychic space.

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    1. Thank you, it was my pleasure.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. joylennick says:

    So heart-wrenchingly sad, Darren. I trust and hope that you are ‘out’ of that mode of thought and suffering, and appreciate life is not always flowers and sunshine when one is in pain, and fervently wish you relief.

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    1. Thanks Joy for your lovely thoughts and wishes, I really appreciate them.

      I should point out that my poems aren’t ALL about me, (including this one).

      I suppose you could call it the poetic version of ‘character acting’? I like to get inside the head, heart, soul and mood of my serious deep pieces. I like to get my teeth into them and really explore them which is probably why they can be epically long. I have had comments about the length but I don’t care. If it needs to be long then so be it.

      Keep Smiling 😊



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