After the loss of my half piece, sorrowful thoughts took place and they grew bigger and bigger, creating irremovable mask that was carved on my face. I used the remaining of his voice to find hope, but my heart was dead, so I lost the way to him. I embraced his shirt and smelled his scent as the memories were brought back by it dragging the guilt along the way, I let out a cry, a hopeless one because I knew he won’t come back, I cried and screamed as I held his shirt tighter hoping that he will replace the shirt and wipe out my tears, but alas. I’m mentally compromised as my cries cracked my soul. However, no one reacted to my screaming, it was mute to their ears and in the end my scream was the silence in my head!
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Author:
Kira (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry for my English :)
- Category: Short story
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IT HAPPENS KIRA ~ And the loss and hurt seems to last for ever and it seems to be worse for Ladies ! My attitude is "Better to have loved and lost than never toi have loved at all" ~ BUT ~ I still have JENNIFER'S Negligee and the perfume stll clings ~ SAD HUGS ~ BRIAN
^^ people adapts differently to life events
Once again you write a wonderful piece with a fascinating climax and unique perspective !:D Please continue to write and share your beautiful work with us xx
Thank you a lot, I appreciate it and I wrote this after I lost my father ^^
I lost my father too when I was young and the grief influenced alot of my writing. I think it is good to take a painful experience and turn it into art as this can help to turn the negative into something of beauty 🙂 PS your English is very good xx
Beautiful. I'm sorry for your loss I understand the pain you are feeling.
Thank you 🙁
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