Nothing left but silence
In a cemetery of words
Frozen emotions stacked
Side by side with senseless fights
Inside the walk-in freezer
Of a defunct marriage
Broken promises in the corner
Near unfulfilled expectations
And piles of white lies
Carelessly discarded
In the basement of
Years of togetherness
Remnants of passion
Thought of as love
Litter the backyard
Competing with dying
Memories of sex
Never to bloom again
Two bodies, two souls
Held together only
By convenience
And a written contract
Sharing nothing but
Space and time
- Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2018 16:00
- Category: Love
- Views: 52
- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan, Desaru, Laura🌻, Accidental Poet, Aislinn Wilson
Comments8
Wow, I needed this more than you'll ever know my friend. Thank you kindly
Thanks PD! Anything to please!!! 🙂
Been there, done that, a few times. Not a fun way for a relationship to end. Your poem says it all, Fred!
Thanks Louis! Sorry to hear that! Always thought that silence is the real relationship killer. When you fight, at least you still care!
Some rise from the smoking heap, and many do not. You've captured the ruins perfectly. This was a poem in itself:
"Nothing left but silence
In a cemetery of words"
Thank you so much Heather! It IS sad to see so many defunct marriages. I guess we are the lucky ones! And you are right, these two lines would make a good shorty!
Fred,
A metaphorically rich write to describe a defunct marriage! Kudos my friend! It’s going right into my favorites in case I need to reference it!
Unfortunately it’s a sad subject matter, but realistic for many!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura! And thanks for making it a favorite, I am honored. Yes it is a sad subject matter, but all too real! Once the talking stops, there is nothing left.
Been down that road once Fred. All I found was a dead end. Great write.
Thanks AP, sorry to hear you had to experience it first hand. At least you got out. Too many remain in that dead end.
Yes, I'd be in the nuthouse now if I didn't get out when I did. But you're right, some don't see a way out.
Reading this makes me realise how privileged I am - super work Fred
Thanks Michael, we both are very privileged!
This is a very true write Fred for many people, I am very grateful that I am not one of them, although life is hard with my wife's dementia our love is still there and shine through us.
Thanks Goldie! I know that life must be very hard for you, but love conquers all! She might not be able to tell you anymore, but you know it is there!
The course of this poem is very entrancing, entrancing in a way that really aids to the feeling of being trapped. Really amazing poem.
Thanks so much for your comment, Aislinn! It is really nice if something one writes resonates with the reader.
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