Alone
words fail to have any meaning;
the skies turn grey,
the seasons drag on
weeks
days
seconds
eternities
and rooms once filled with laughter
are now where ghosts share passionate kisses;
future wraiths know that they end all too soon.
One indent in the pillows
of a tearstained double bed;
two chairs at the kitchen table.
Is it pride that refuses
to allow the dust to settle on one?
Because every day the minutes seem longer;
and each night spent alone seems colder.
Author notes
Um...
I don't know...
Comments
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Because every day the minutes seem longer;
and each night spent alone seems colder
those lines hit close to home
sad but relatable
i really like your style
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ah loneliness, it slaps us silly at times, but it is something we must slap back or it will grab us and fling us into the shadows, a good poem.
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Wow, What a powerful Poem! I can really feel the emotions coming from it! The way you create images in my head about refusing to let the dust settle. My favourite verse was:
'One indent in the pillows
of a tearstained double bed;
two chairs at the kitchen table.
Is it pride that refuses
to allow the dust to settle on one?'
And, I love the way you end it like:
'Because every day the minutes seem longer;
and each night spent alone seems colder.'
And i can totally relate to that feeling, loosing someone never is easy, and they say that time helps, but when does it ever really help? You've still lost someone, either way you look at it, How can time affect that? It can't.
Amazing Write,
Laura <3
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