Deathbed

Teddy.15

 

I used to adore
gazing up
at the magnificent sunset 
on those very special evenings
but that was then, when I was in love
nowadays I don't feel anything
when I see that  moment of pure magic 
you know? the one where the sun and all it's glorious colours deep red fiery skies
embrace the blue
gently leaving the day behind with a smile
resting for a while adorning to the moon 
I don't feel anything,  I'm numb? 
numb, as my heart is dead 
It's not broken in two like they tell you 
after love, the heart is simply dead
it beats yet it's dead, at least until a time when we want it to reawaken 
from its deathbed. 
 
 
 
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem of synchrony of appreciation of nature and love is nicely worded. It sees beauty when in love but not so much so when not. Very nicely done Teddy

    • Teddy.15

      Thank you so much dear sorrenbarret, you certainly saw the soul of this poem. 🌹

    • Goldfinch60

      That love is there for you Teddy and always will ne.

      Andy

      • Teddy.15

        Awe, I just couldn't help being inspired by yesterday's sunset, and how I love to be inspired, thank you dearest Andy. 🌹

      • Mourgana of the Fey

        Simply beautiful the way you have composed this poem, the atmosphere of melancholia and the coming of the sunset you weaved into this piece!

        • Teddy.15

          Thank you wholeheartedly for your beautiful words dear Mourgana of the Fey 🌹

        • Thomas W Case

          You nailed it, dear Teddy. May we all live until we die.

          • Teddy.15

            Thank you dear Thomas, something I have always been fascinated by, is reincarnation. 🌹



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