Into Quietness

Noah Malice

She was to mend in time

and ran away in the night

to hide it from his face

and to erase him from her mind

 


but there is no sanctuary

she could lock herself away to

her claws could not reach deep enough

to make what was done undo

 


sinking into despair

with stained hands and a wounded heart

every night she reached deeper and deeper

to try tearing herself apart

 


but the misty rain is falling

on the glass she traces on

the place she used to retreat to

in the whispering mist was gone

 


we need you now more than ever

the world is dark and cold

and all it needs to be saved

is for one truth to be told

 


lost in time but not to me

you've been with me every day

let my dying wish be this one cast spell

as i call upon your name

 

 

       even the smallest stars shine a light

out into the quietness...

  • Author: Noah Malice (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 8th, 2022 20:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: 120190 97453 118046
  • Category: Love
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • arqios

    Hope she gets to read this! What with 'sanctuary' and 'mist,' 'whispering' and 'quietness.' The smallest of light is visible in any darkness, so the smallest of poems to the most distant of hearts. At least, that's the hope. Thanks for sharing.

  • L. B. Mek

    we are each imbued, with potential
    to love
    but, with that gift comes a responsibility
    to love ourselves, Equally
    to yearn, is to breathe
    such is the curse of life
    but we may, empower
    that survival instinct, inherrant
    in our very pulse
    and utilise it, to find a path
    past
    those heartbreaks, dwindling
    our whispering lungs
    to mere, deflated balloons
    and so, hopefully
    we emerge, wiser
    with a little bit more density
    to our heart's
    and a lot more, sensitivity
    in our awareness
    and as we sand by the backdoor
    looking out at regret's, desolate yard
    we must remember
    to keep our front door, wide open
    and clean
    ready, and with an enduringly
    hopeful heart
    awaiting...!
    (thanks for sharing, dear Poet
    and inspiring my little scribble
    of a poetic reply
    forgive me, if you deem me rude
    I genuinely
    meant no disrespect, in doing so)

  • madalynsamantha

    This one is one of my favorites.



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