When the sun sets on my own hopes and dreams
When the night chills my soul into hiding
When your eyes have no more devilish schemes
When my sanity starts to subsiding
Will there be anything left for me?
Will emptiness swallow me whole?
Will you remember my loving inquiry?
Will you whisper, will you cajole?
You were my everything
You were what I grasped to
You made me feel like something
You made me fall for you
Let it be said, forgotten one
Let your heart die alone
Let guilt control your actions
Let sorrow seep through your bones
Go, down falls the sky
Go, there’s nothing left for us
Go, you’re going to miss your train
Go, it’s always been thus
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Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one didn't really have a story behind it, I wanted to try a cool pattern. I thought I would write a message with the first word of each line in each stanza. It was quite word, and I'm not gonna lie, I learned some new words. That's what makes poetry so fantastic, you learn so much about other words and how they go together, yourself, and you can vent so well through them...
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
It may always be thus but those memories will always be there in your heart and in the wonderful words of your poem.
A fine write Tom.
This spoke to me on another level. Thank you for this.
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