There's nothing left to eat
in my empty cupboards
not even
a left over biscuit crumb
fallen out of the broken rusty tin
no longer a smell of sweet chocolate on the empty wrappings of the Cadbury bars
we once used to share
happily, on a rainy Sunday evening
there's no one on our special chair
the one we shared
and of which nowadays
is favoured by my lonely bitterness
since you are no longer here to touch
I prefer to sit on the cold wooden floor
than to sit alone on that old thing
where once love bloomed fiercly
we'd watch the birds from the window we used to look out together
it all seems wrong now
same birds
but to me so very different
I could offer them the stale bread I suppose?
but there isn't any is there?
the floorboards no longer creek
in the middle of the night
even on nights that you tiptoed
I'd hear you
no creeks now, just silence, silence of a ghost
the chimes of the old grandfather clock
somberly chiming on each hour
I never noticed the sad tone until now
funny how grief creeps up isn't it?
almost as if it's drowning you in thin air
throttling you until theres no air left to breathe
and still all I can think is...
there's nothing but leftover grief in my empty fridge.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From my Raven Collection. 💙
- Category: Reflection
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Comments9
Very sad writing .. yet well expressed , teddy
Thank you so much dear Rose 🌹
I am slow to come to realizations but it became apparent in this poem that your poetry is not just from the metaphor or image and symbolism but from the emotion evoked woven into the images and metaphors tying them together and weaving them into a single tapestry. Most beautiful in its sad forlornness.
Your beautiful reviews are more than humbling to me dear sorrenbarret thank you dear friend. 🌹
Grief is so personal and experienced so differently by each individual. It never goes away. But the joy of better times is a balm for it. After more than eight years, I still miss my wife. But joy does grow our of grief and the love we had for each other. Your poem- Well done.
Dear Thoughtless, may I first say thank you for sharing a sad fact about yourself, I agree about grief everyone has their own path and there simply are no rules, I found through my own that with time that passes so does the pain. Thank you with all my heart. 🌹
sad....yes.
but how beautifully put in words Teddy.
brought a tear to my eye...
bless you.
My dearest Melvin, shedding a tear is one of the greatest compliments you can give to anyone who writes, so thank you dearest friend. I'm sharing those tears with you on your own journey too, I have nothing but respect and admiration for your beautiful.poetry🌹
You express the feeling of profound emptiness so tangibly in this poem, as everything you encounter is a sad reminder. So beautifully written dear friend.!
Thank you dearest Bella, although sadness touches us all and grief too, I share with people who I adore and love on this wideworld web. Biggest of hugs 🤗
The third stanza hit me the hardest.
The entire poem is masterful. It brings loneliness and grief, a missed someone, to its greatest height. Throughout your poem many tender moments are reproduced. The reader watches as one struggles with grief through loneliness of a departed lover. Very, very sad. - Phil A.
Dearest Phil, thank you so much for this beautiful review, indeed, we can mostly all relate from past or in the future, thank you for your truly kind words sir. 🌹
Powerful symbolism and metaphor, sweet Teddy.an
Thank you dearest Thomas. 🌹
Were it within my power I'd leave you a fridge full of smiles. 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
That would be a lovely fridge to open my dear A.P thank you dear friend. 😊 🌹
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