He walked into the room, a short time after she
The comforter on the floor, where it should not be
The smell of liquor and strong cologne
Isolates the room, I am not alone
Her foreboding glance so clean the line
A face so foreign, rejection, it’s mine
Where were you when I needed you most?
An enchanted house, missing the host
I took a line and drove it hard
The consequence a soul, wrought and marred
The want and hopes cannot explain
The direction and thought you should entertain
Your grave is imminent, not just your past
An entity I can feel, sometimes I can grasp
The reign is over, your time is done
Too many lives, drowned under the sun
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I felt quite intrigued by this one.
Like I was walking into a room that was a puzzle that I may never quite find the pieces of.
Thanks slyviasearcher,
Appreciate the comment. Not sure I ever put the puzzle together fully myself!
Trystan,
I’ve read your poem a few times! It’s veered me in different directions; however, the one I keep returning to is of an individual known to my family! He had it all and lost it all to alcohol! An alcoholic who lost his battle to his addiction!
An excellent write! Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura - sorry to hear about your friend. The poem definitely has a tragic tone, but the ending wasn't tragic 🙂
Thank you, Trystan!
Glad the ending to your poem was not a tragic one for the intended subject of your poem!😉
Very good thought provoking write Trystan, I see different things in it every time I read it but I do see a good way forward in the last verse.
Thank you Goldfinch60. I am glad to know you see different things with this, it spans a considerable time, so it should feel that way. Really appreciate the comments!
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