Empty days

by Sabree   Feb 22, 2007


A strike of pain
fills up my horrid soul
in this land of
joyous times
despair fill my gloomy heart
daily
the wind blows through
my open spirit
like little chimes
emptiness is no longer
an illusion
it fills up my
being
every single day
my life is almost
done
i know that it
is true
no matter what
you say
goodbye my dear
love
i bid you
adue.

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  • 17 years ago

    by N J Thornton

    I liked this.
    The lines "the wind blows through
    my open spirit
    like little chimes"
    were my favourite because it gave an audio sense to the poem, instead of it just being straight imagery and emotion.
    Thanks for sharing.

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