We Travel this road in hope of finding you my love,
the light from your cell phone
is stating to die down with every call I make to you.
I can hear the song of our first dance
we had together as husband and wife
as I climb this snowy bank in witch you lay beneath.
My Love I cry to you but you didn't hear you were all ready gone.
A contest entry
- Poetry Inspired Emily Bronte by Room without doors.
700 points, ended June 8, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Outstanding
This poem is full of sadness. You create a sense of hopelessness - of something being missing, something that is precious. This is a fine poem, well-written with good flow. Thank you for entering.
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This is a very sad write, thanks for sharing.
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I am having a hard time typing through the tears. I really hope this is not personal. Lovely write. Thanks for sharing
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