Leave Me Alone To Write My Pain

Leave Me Alone To Write My Pain short poem

Photo by Simon Blackley

Leave me alone
to cry in the still of the night
where rustle of cold waves
tickle my cheeks
and the darkness of deep forest
enchant me to get lost
into its solitude
I still can read the words
of my sorrow and grief written
on the face of dark silence
for our infinite relationship

Leave me alone
in the seclusion of
dunes of sand
golden particles of sand
titillate my poetic passion
to write a mournful poetry
of our broken relation
on the vagabond sand waves

Leave me alone
in the shambles of
old memories of our company
I collect scattered straws of
our ruined relationship
to rebuild a new nest
but this time only for poetic soul
I sketch a portrait of my heartbeats
to feel at home in the ruins

Leave me alone
in a deserted island
to write pain of my wounds
on the tantalizing scent
of washed-up waves
I feel millions of grains of sand
hot against my fingers and
the cool breeze against my face
a relief from the sweltering sun.
I could hear the sea
crawling onto the sand and,
further away, the same monster
dashing against the rocks

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