In the silence of our last goodbye,
Words wither, truths untold, they die.
All that's left, a bitter well,
Whispered echoes, "Go to hell."
No scripture penned, no holy decree,
Demands my heart to bleed for thee.
No verses scribed in ink or blood,
No mandate to weather the flood.
In the void where love once dwelled,
Lies the husk of a tale misspelled.
A narrative of a bond unspun,
Under a cold and distant sun.
So take these words, harsh and stark,
Let them ignite, let them spark.
For in the end, what truth to tell,
But "My dear lost love, go to hell."
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Author:
jinx9 (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2024 08:58
- Comment from author about the poem: It was healing writing this
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Comments3
The catharsis in this piece is almost contagious!
thank you so much!
Powerful penning
captivating indeed! 👿
Great rhyme, rhythm
and flow, way to go.
My pleasure to read! 👍
Best wishes, peace
Thad
thank you so much! i really appreciate it!
You convey your feelings so well in these stanzas. Definitely off loading here. Must have felt good. Well done.
I really appreciate your feedback, I'm really glad you've enjoyed the poem!
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