Hope perches on a branch in my heart
waiting patiently for spring to come;
She looks out her broken window
wondering where the cold comes from.
Love is a tired old woman in the
depths of my soul, fatigued and dismayed;
Not knowing what should come naturally
she sits there in the dark afraid.
There outside like a lifeless corpse
love tries to breathe life into me;
Almost unwillingly, Hope accepts just
enough love to survive, just barely.
Because all that is within her
knows that love ends with pain;
the voice inside reminds her that no one
can ever take away her stain.
copyrighted 2012
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Author:
Christina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 2nd, 2016 09:12
- Comment from author about the poem: When I was going through a difficult year
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Thanks CHRISTINA ~ for sharing you experiences in a poem that is beautiful in structure and sentiment ! You are a blessing to MPS. In my experience CHRIS ~ Love does often end with PAIN but each season of Love does bring its compensations ! Thanks for caring Yours BRIAN Please check my latest poem AMERICA ~ Thanks B ~ HUGS
It's harder to put into poetry the wonders of love sometimes. Thanks for reviewing!
Awesome write
Thanks Tony!
Welcome
Nice poem Christine. And pleasant to read... Vic
Thank you so much for your review!
Wow awesome!!! The metaphor and rhyme word choice fabulous and makes this soulful poem very appealing.
Great to read from u again, I tink u are a classical poetess.
Wow awesome!!! The metaphor and rhyme word choice fabulous and makes this soulful poem very appealing.
Great to read from u again, I tink u are a classical poetess.
Thank you so much, that means alot. I was thinking about deleting it because it was so dark.
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