Winter's chill has early come.
The night airs cold and lonely breath,
Takes strength from this my weary soul
A feeling likened unto death.
With tears of longing flowing free,
Toward the stars my eyes I raise,
And think about the love we shared
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays.
Did we give up, give in too fast?
Held in the iron grip of the past,
We dropped the curtain of love's play
With happiness one tear away.
So slowly now the time does pass,
The hellish ticking of the clock.
The hand of fate has closed the door,
Put the key and turned the lock.
And as I watch my bridges burn,
I see ghosts through smoky haze,
The images of smiles and you,
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays.
A contest entry
- Sorrow by XxForeverFaithfulxX.
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Excellent
You are such a joy to read. This is a common topic, but you express it on the highest level.
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Well written, good luck...
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I like it. It has an old timey thing going on which makes it a really good write.
"So slowly now the time does pass,
The hellish ticking of the clock.
The hand of fate has closed the door,
Put the key and turned the lock.
And as I watch my bridges burn,
I see ghosts through smoky haze,
The images of smiles and you,
And yesterdays, sweet yesterdays."
This was my favorite part. Nice write. Thank you for entering and good luck. Keep up the good work.
~Kayla
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Excellent
This could have been written by one of the old bards. I love the language of this write it has an old time character in the choice of words without it being real olde time English. It is a beautiful poem. Well done.
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