Silent Lover

Atlas

Like Prickly thorns on a rose

Grimly, waiting before a death

The struggles to make our ends worthy

The dreary wait to see her once again 

My weary eyes longing to meet hers again 

 

This wait is no stranger to me, not to any silent lover

It is beauty to observe 

The time we spend is all I will have to my fear

 

Those stairs have heard her stories along with me

That road has walked with us together 

Those drops witnessed her beauty with me

And the corridors will remember me walking away every time

  • Author: Atlas (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 10th, 2022 12:11
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 15
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    I really commend your artistic effort
    a wonderful blend of modernism's
    bluntness
    and almost Shakespearean, romance
    in your chosen poetic flow and wording..
    indeed, unrequited or rather
    unconfessed love, is a heavy burden
    to carry with us in life
    that niggling, 'what if' of regret
    stays with us for a long time
    and since you're still writing
    of corridors, maybe
    its not too late
    on that last day, maybe write
    something lovely
    like these words you've shared
    and slip it into her/his/other
    pocket or bag
    insure you sign your name
    and although it may not change
    a damn thing
    trust me, decades later
    when you reminisce
    or randomly remember
    you'll feel better for having
    placed your bet
    upon that roulette of fate..
    lol
    (or I'm completely wrong
    still, your call - flip a coin)
    😎

    • Atlas

      Your comment is a symphony of humor and sage advice, a delightful concoction that tickles my poetic soul. Your suggestion to slip a lovely note into the object of my affections' pocket or bag is positively mischievous!

      Your comment, dear wordsmith, has brought a smile to my face and a chuckle to my heart. I thank you for your quirky insight and the delightful image you've painted in my mind. Let us embrace the unpredictability of life and love, and with a coin toss in hand, may we find our own poetic endings. 😎



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