I lay awake at night
Peering into the darkness of my lonely soul
Afraid to close my eyes
Afraid to face what pleasures my dreams may hold
But despite my fears
Slumber take me still
Like a predator closing in on its prey
It moves in for the kill
And I find myself drifting
To places both familiar and unknown
To a place hidden in my heart
The place where love once roamed
But as I search the crevices
Of a spirit broken after love has gone
I find that there is nothing left but a wasteland
Barren, brittle, and cold as stone
My eyes fly open as I wake
Once again captivated by fear
As reality sets in and I realize
That love no longer lives here
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I did have a bit of trouble reading the lovely handwritten ones,because of the resolution I think,but I stuck with it,and they too are great.Thank you so much for sharing them with me.
You may have set the record as being the writer who began her writing career the earliest,or at the least perhaps the youngest one having a diverse audience.
If you are new to the site,welcome.I'd like to read more of your poetry as it becomes available.
"Love No Longer Lives Here"
Excellent and enjoyed very much.
Honest and sad, perhaps new love will grow soon.
Blessings,
Gwendolyn
Edwin
In Christs Love
Michelle~