Desolation & Betrayal

By Sylvia L Coffey

Writing is my passion. I express my feelings in my writings. My poetry is very dark and deep. It is not for the faint of heart to read. It is not your basic love poetry.
My words come to me in dreams, they come from deep within the heart. Words in my writing is the heart wrenching, tear jerking truth. My words are for the people who have went through agony, forbidden love, betrayal and deception that has turned the heart to iron of steel. And for the ones that does not think love exist. Please enjoy my book of Desolation & Betrayal.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781504918558

Sylvia L Coffey

I was born and raised in a small rural town in Kentucky, I currently live in South Florida. I have always loved to write poetry, it has always been a dream of mine to publish a book of my own poetry. I love to travel, spend time with family and friends, with my long hair Chihuahua (Mz Tequila) and of course writing poetry. I am a Diabetic of almost 40 years, and an Ovarian Cancer Survivor. I consider my parents as my hero’s they have always been there for me and pushed me to do my best.

Book preview

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Aching Heart

Was it not the candle that lights my path through the shadows? What transpired? I inhaled, I grieve, I murmur of the starvation of pain. Shadowy nights disclosed, yearning you. You vanished no one heard the whimper.

My essence screams, my heart clambers, my eyes deplore. I would rather languish a sword drawn into my heart. I collapse to my knees, my head into my hands. I inhale, i grieve, i murmur. No I would rather die with a sword into my heart then to live without your undying love.

Will you let your heart neglect? Will the candle not light your path of darkness? Will you not condone and omit? Will you not pray to do the right thing? Will you not weep? Will you not grieve as I? Without you, I am a thistle of a rose prickling through my life unwilling.

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Agony

Why is the heart tormenting? Why is there pain? Soundless tears hardening the heart. Why must there be silent tears held within? Why does mortality occur to me in a daze of confusion? I love but there is no sympathy, no tears, and no remorse. Would tears fall if death occurred to me?

The silent tears all bottled up inside me, when would the bottle break? When will the amethyst flow? Why is the heart so brutal, so vulgar? The torture to ones essence is more than one can cope with, that hurts the deepest soul. The betrayal, the trail of lies, the destroying words desolations saddens me I keep silent, a violent rage boiling inside of me, wanting to explode. Whom will I harm? Will it be the one that destroys the inner soul, or the one that I love and forbidden to have?

Pain, agony, suffering, the silent tears, only demands my heart to harden more. The love dies a cold inner soul is contained. Still tears will not fall. Unleash my tears unwind my suffering heart. The suffering heart that wants to forget all the tormenting years. Take the cruel memories take the pain.

The immortal heart that is in agony will return happy and loving. I will not beg for mercy. I will not beg for my life. My pride is dying and I seem not to care, for my life is not worth living. The tears others shed, why does not my heart have mercury. In addition, why can’t I be happy and longed to be loved? Rejection is what I feel.

No one sees the emptiness in my sad longing eyes. Why