His empty clothes hang creased
behind his door;
his empty shoes and socks lie scattered
on the floor.
He rises to fill his clothes,
his separate socks, his shoes astray;
place his till-now empty hat upon his head,
and, glancing back at his now empty bed,
leaves to cope with what Is yet
an unfilled day.
The city fills with morning light,
the alleys empty save for fading gloom.
Through slowly filling streets
he jostles people rushing left and right,
to fill the waiting city,
room by empty room.
His heart's been empty since she left,
the postie brings no word, day after day.
Her wardrobe stands empty,
her cabinet Is void.
His mind's too much a vacuum
for him to be annoyed
when someone asks about her,
and he finds he has to say:
“We’ve parted.”
A contest entry
- INTENSE! by BluRosePoet8488.
1800 points, ended March 21, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This one tugs at the old heartstrings and is wrot with raw emotions tucked within each line... within each word. Well written. Keep the ink flowing and good luck! Thanks for sharing.
~Donna~
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Donna
Thankyou for your very complimentary comments, your good wishes, and your most generous applause.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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Wow, that was really great and exceptionally emotional, really powerful and deep. I enjoyed reading this, it was very intense. Good luck in the contest!
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Ladygothicka
Thankyou for your very complimentary comments, and for your good wishes.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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