In your silence I can hear so much
Disappointment, anger fear and such
I look away so I will not see the hurt
I cling to pain like its a crutch
The room a funeral hall of quiet
We sit there feasting on sorrows diet
Too old to change too young to die
Lost and confused in loves own riot
Rings have lost their shine and glitter
The pictures fade and the roses wither
My heart for freedom begs the wind
The wind just blows a lot more bitter
The barrels cold, the triggers tight
Now I sit alone in dark of night
So bittersweet will be the end
No more to sorrow come daylight
Peace and Love, Phyllis <3
I enjoyed this, Felix.
nice one my friend.
Paul;-)
This one is so, so sad--the reader is immersed in every painful word. Very well done, and I hope you're okay....
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
love Tinka
That's the best part about writing through imagination, one second we can be flying high without limitations, and the next we can be grounded forever.
There is no stopping us!
Wonderfully penned Felix.
Lisa
Fantasy is born from within our minds !! I am glad you said it is NOT about you, yet the poem is so real, and I agree with Marilyn, that so many lives are just like this, and too many too end this way. You write so well, about the realities of life. A most poignant write Felix.
warm hugs
Elga