The silence
It beats about my head and ears
With a cacaphony of sound
And deafens me
From all but its brutal assault of my senses
This emptiness
It tears at my self and sanity
All with eager abandon
With the promise of a tomorrow
That should have been many yesterdays ago
These memories
They offer temporary reprise
With thoughts of beauty and love
And gives me
Something to hold onto until I'm in your arms again
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Author:
Stormy Day (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The first three lines of this poem have sat forgotten on a scrap of paper for over a year. When I was separated from someone dear to me for--what seemed--a great length of time, I decided to finish this scrap of a poem. It seems to me that I write my best in times of trial. In any case, I love the imagery in this piece, and am quite proud it turned out as well as it did. :)
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I'll tell you something straight - this poem is truly excellent and it's without doubt one of the best I've ever read here. What you have written is pure art! Really well done.
Oh, thank you for saying so..! I'm trying really hard not to tear up. The first two or three lines just sat forgotten on a scrap of paper for the longest time. I didn't know how well it would turn out. :')
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