The silent night
Reflects your sorrow
Sitting alone
A glass in hand.
Sparkling wine
One too many
As last night
The day before.
The photographs
In silver prisons
Encircled memories
Lost to time.
A glass of sand
Steadily emptying
Another cigarette
Whose smoke it swirls.
Into the stare
Of one present
Neither here
Neither there.
Another night
What is loneliness ?
In lifes cold
And bitter stare.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: December 30th, 2024 02:42
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Comments4
Wow - packs a great punch.
you are very kind, thanks
A haunting and touching poem on the reflection of loneliness and how in time because you only have memories, they gradually imprison you, well written
thanking you
You are very welcome
This one sends me reeling! Keep’em coming.
you are too kind
😊
A vivid picture of loneliness and isolation and the gripping sorrow that accompanies. Thanks for sharing. 👍
many thanks
You’re welcome 🙏🏻
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