A Different Hue Poem by Helen Crutchett

The diamond stars are frozen still,
Gone the warm hearth, leaving a heart
to thaw.

A soulful story penned ne'er to unfold,
Blight of the moon chills one to
the core.

Feeling empty, emotions worn
Spirit broken with your
indifferent ways.

With all hope gone, a life tattered and torn
I know one day you will have
to pay.

The stars now seem to be of a different hue
Defiant and remote as your love was
to me.

You played you game, I lost it seems. ~




(c) Helen Crutchett