The well is empty,
no more tears
shall flow down
my weathered cheeks,
over you
The space in my heart
that held my love
for you,
is now an arid wasteland
of wasted time
My raspy throat
devoid of moisture,
from words of love
meant to soothe your soul,
merely becoming wasted breath
I will leave you now,
to contemplate
your mistakes in love,
as your heart begins to wither
along with your pride.
Author notes
written on the contest theme "the water always runs dry".
In a list
A contest entry
- the water always runs dry by FindingFate.
300 points, ended April 9, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 350th contest group one /finalists only by poet2angels.
475 points, ended August 26, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Your voice speaks loudly through your beautiful words ...Strength reigns in this poem in the end and one leaves with a feeling of empowerment after reading it...Awesome write!
Lynda
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very nicely done, emotions and feelings like a well that has gone dry, the imagery is well done to give the feeling of a waterless time... so very well done here...PK
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this is actually really good. I see some angst in the writes you have linked me to. Not quite used to this really.. LOL. Anyhow..good luck in the contest... she is a tough judge.. LOL..
Love,
~Krys~
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Well you have left the reader with some thoughts
to ponder over,"I will leave you now,
to contemplate
your mistakes in love,"
I guess they will have to face it when the well run's dry.
warm thoughts
Frozentearz
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well done good luck
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