There are no reflections upon the glass
Only the cold shimmer of darkness
All of life has faded to the past
Leaving one empty and breathless
Inner clocks ticking off time
One moment just like the next
The further up you climb
The more it makes perplexed
Years of strife leave you blind
To those who call you dear
Your soul cries to be enshrined
But they fall short of being sincere
Tender hearts yearn to be loved
Whether they be young or old
Some pray to a God above
Some just let life unfold
What of those with hearts of stone
Standing back for fear of breaking
Aged walls of granite so ingrown
Wanting not to bear the heartache
To lower that wall leaves you unshielded
From the stones that fall upon the soul
Leaving you cracked and unhealed
Open to scars making you feel less whole
My mind plays of finding a love
Which makes true of all my dreams
I know it’s just a fantasy to make fun of
An empty reflection of my screams.
This is so true..
My mind plays of finding a love
Which makes true of all my dreams
I know it’s just a fantasy to make fun of
An empty reflection of my screams
Love
Tinka
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Emmanuel Florial
Emotions run deep in this one. One of your best and truly a beautiful write!
Sherry
Very beautiful heartfelt poetry as always.
Best wishes.
John
In Spirit,
Bear
Excellent, enjoyed reading
William
My mind plays of finding a love
Which makes true of all my dreams
I know it’s just a fantasy to make fun of
An empty reflection of my screams
Love
Tinka