the days that move by
ever slower
find me
just the same
as the first without you,
the ebbs and flows of fading memories,
the heartless way you haunt me
as i dream of you by day
and long for you at night.
i am no longer safe,
i am no longer happy,
i who once felt
this would be
our happy turn
watch it turn instead
with each day
that passes
into one long string
of hope
and denial
as you float with me
a ghost vision in my
periphery.
A contest entry
- THE LONELY SWAN by Swan song.
800 points, ended March 5, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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This is a lovely write and it touched me
I love how you poured your heart into this poem
It is not of narrative type however A narrative is a poem that tells a story and in a sense this one does, but not directly
However it was a fine poem
Usually narrative tend to be in the past
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Oh man, that is so lonesome and sad ... you've captured the weariness of a broken heart so well in this
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yar.
me thanks to you my lady for such a kind word and your beautiful manner.
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