The silent evening…
Stealthily arrives in the dark domain
Of a foggy winter’s dawn
While, life blunders on…
The blinding pain…
Of losing after having found again
Of seeing it all slip away
Down the same road of old rain
And, yet the maddening hope
Lingers on in the musty cellars
Of the torn down mansion
Full of old cares…
She says it’s all there…
Behind, the smoke somewhere
Yet, she throws me away
Revolted at the sight of my rotting wounds
And, my vain vigil continues…
Staring at the silent phone
Burning down another night
Waiting, to be understood.
11 comments:
tough world mate....!!
"And, yet the maddening hope
Lingers on in the musty cellars
Of the torn down mansion
Full of old cares…"
What is it in your lines that drains the life out of me? It touches so hard,so deep...that all else becomes vague and only your words make sense when I indulge in the worlds you create....I love the stained beauty of the poem...the beauty that only pain can bring out in us...and a magnificent finishing line...Keep writing
They can relate to every inch u've painted here..
Standing ovations.
Encore.
just the last line ...!
very touchy poetry:)
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confessions of a pining heart??
I just stumbled across your blog and so happy I did. Beautiful writing. I admire it and love your use of natural imagery..not to mention honesty. Beautfiul writing, stop by and take a gander at my poetic attempts some time.
cheers,
Yvonne
vibrant inspite of the pain it potrays...............excellent
amazing. all of your thoughts. i appreciate your blog so very much.
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all the fellings were into this words, realy good poem. the last stanza is great.
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