Absence covers the heart with sadness shroud,
you enter spaces full of emptiness that before
where full of noises and most delicate scents,
but that was earlier, now love is just a corpse.
Coming back from that nowhere and hearing,
the house’s heart are not beating and no blood
is pumping to make it alive, crack are showing
of despair, in the masonry covering the walls.
Sadness eyes aren’t looking, trembling hands
open one of those letters that are getting brown,
as cruel fingers made of the coldest ice will stab
with every letter forming a blade of every word.
Dreams of yesterday, emotions flying very high,
to where all was possible, tenderness and hope,
no wings were burned for flying so near the sun,
love make you an angel, and angels don’t fall.
Now, just an empty room full of empty space,
the witches of absence cackling, smiles no more,
as if awakening inside a demoniacal ice cathedral
where even flames of the burning fire are cold.
The only sound heard is when the broken echoes
of many promises of forever hit hard the floor
whit the finality of a end of a tunnel to nowhere,
you will feel no more alive, you will feel alone.
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You have GOD gifted talent.
Keep on writing poetry like this and I will be your #1 FAN!
Yours in Christ,
John Michael
PS: My first wife died of cancer and it took over 20yrs. to write about our experiences during the last days of her life. I have the short story on my Author's Den website. Please visit when you have time. Thank You!
God bless you. Kathy
I can so feel the sadness in your words..great imagery and intense feelings here...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Newfie Hugs, Rose
"Now, just an empty room full of empty space,
the witches of absence cackling, smiles no more,
as if awakening inside a demoniacal ice cathedral
where even flames of the burning fire are cold."
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
no longer there
a soul that once sang
happy songs
now is soaked in tears
Only the void echoes
remains
of the laughters
of yesteryears.
Peace Brother
William
Fee
Becca~
Be always safe,
Karen
"demoniacal ice cathedral"
"a end of a tunnel to nowhere,"
Well done ...
Regis
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
Cryssa
LOve and Blessings friend! Jasmin Horst
of many promises of forever hit hard the floor"...the sadness felt in this poem fills me with tears...splendid writing
Carole~
Christine
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Having gone through that once in my life, I sadly know. And this is truly a sad piece, Brother.
"And now, just an empty room full of empty space,
the witches of absence cackling, smiles no more"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(