There comes a time,
Where my words stop short,
And have nowhere else to go.
You do that to me,
Just as bad as I do it to you.
Here we are,
With nothing left to say.
Hoping the silence will fill the void,
That our lies have left behind.
Sympathy and guilt won’t do anything but hurt us more.
It’s gone...
As long as we don’t think about it.
The longer we stand here,
The harder it’s going to be for one of us to leave.
...The door wasn’t even that loud.
Perhaps the saddest thing is,
I’ll still be here waiting for you to turn around.
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Reviews of "Empty"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2006
THIS is very good.
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on May 21, 2006
The line about the door, really makes this poem hit hard, and the way you set this up is good, giving power to the right lines.
Awesome my dear daughter. I admire the review given by Sage. Her words have such intensity...no wonder her name is Sage.
Great and deep as per your way of thinking.
Love,
Momly
Mariah, this is such a sad write directly from a hurting heart, not quite broken but slowly dying all the same. YOu captured all too well what it is like to watch love die a slow lingering death.
Confronting existential moments such as break-ups, fear, and exhaustion lets us experiment with the feasibility of new experience as opposed to the feeling of inadequacy and the fear of failure. Many times Empty is the door that opens when another closes and is a creative product of paintings, writings, films, designs, pottery, theories, and other artistry. Wait no longer, Mariah, creativity awaits!
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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Great and deep as per your way of thinking.
Love,
Momly
Felix
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o(
Sage