Her home is empty she is not here,
the fire glows softly it gives no cheer,
more things to sort through, a time to clear,
her chair is empty it feels too near.
Some paper piled on the kitchen chair,
a house asleep with a heart not there,
my mind switched off from the TV glare,
it's words mean nothing, I do not care.
A week today when she said goodbye,
my eyes at rest from the tears I cry,
I watch the clock as it breathes a sigh,
a brand new day and another try.
I sit and wait for my life to wake,
my heart is tired from a steady ache,
each word I type makes my fingers shake,
just disreguard the mistakes I make.
The clock keeps ticking, she is not here,
and hungry hands snatch away the year.
A contest entry
- What Are You Feeling? by Simone Brooklyn.
1050 points, ended November 25, 2008, 33 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is perfect for the feeling you try to convey, that Zombie-like automation where you go through the motions of the jobs you are supposed to be getting done while you ache so deeply.
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Amazing! This poem is great in many ways that I cannot seem to describe. Good luck in my contest!
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I know of your position, so I understand every word written here.I think you have exposed only a few of the feelings held within Some are to raw to put down now.A sad piece written with love and longings.I am sure the contest is the last thing you are thinking of None the less good luck in it.
I too found that placing my own feelings on here has helped
Take care
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I know exactly how you are feeling, after the relief now comes the pain. You have expressed yourself so very well and I know how empty a house can feel with no heart.
All my love
Suz
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Such words of sadness penning a deep and painful loss. Memories poet. Make them nall beautiful like your words.
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All things must pass, or so they say
We learn in class life goes this way
But still it's tough, when I must see
This rule so rough applies to me
So shed your tears, she's worth a cry
For all those years that she nigh
A mother cannot be replaced
No other love as bravely faced
In life she was so dear to you
I know because of our friend Sue
Please take you time to say goodbye
I send this rhyme to help you try
The good in life outweighs the bad
So bear this strife for all you had
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Very good poem, keep it up!
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