Poems of an aching heart
It was Tennyson who wrote:
"It is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all".
But why the hell does it hurt so much?
WHEN ALL IS OVER:
Like a dream
you are -
a shadow
of someone real;
but once I've lost
my dream
I won't
know you again
if you came back,
'cause your shadow
would not show
in the darkness
that is around me.
GRAND FINALE
The curtain fell;
the Grand Finale
of knowing you again
played -
the taste of pleasing you
that stayed;
ah, yes, fulfilled
as I know you to be;
but, when the curtain dropped
I took off my face
and became, once more
the longing, lonely, me.
TOMORROW
When I wake up
tomorrow
I will not remember today -
for sleep has washed
from my helpless mind
the memory of despair,
of the white walls
and blind eyes -
of lips without a sound
to reach my ears
hurting from the screaming
silence.
SANCTUARY
The day is dying
the last of the sun
casts a final
golden blessing
onto the weary:
a promise for tomorrow
a kiss for the lonely,
its velvety caress
warming my soul,
keeping me safe
in my room, my womb,
my sanctuary.
© Copyright Irene O.
Ingezonden door
Irene O.
Geplaatst op
16-01-2016
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Men and women, young or old, all have at one time felt the pain of a lost love