Outside, always looking in,
A deafening silence encompasses the room. Inside, never turning around, Embellished laughter and empty smiles fortify a line of demarcation.
The soot amasses dusty clouds,
Engulfing the couches and various chairs. Never to be used, forgotten and discarded. Compromising the shadows of the room, a door appears.
Walking frantically, naïve and oblivious.
Stumbling and tripping, blinded and confused. Mishandled and abused, sorrowful and betrayed. Unmistakable revelations, outraged and broken.
A familiar place with a familiar greeting.
The door opens, allowing a somber outline of light through. The door shuts, forming the ubiquitous umbra of darkness. Cast away with woeful abandon, I wait.
All that remains.
Reflective musings about Betrayal Passionate thoughts on Loneliness Generous verses on Self
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You may be a king, you may be a queen, royal blood may flow in your veins, born with a silver spoon in mouth, you may own entire world; still you’re but a dust. Sky may be your inheritance, oceans
Above all, above the world and the galaxy There is God, there is wonder and hope We have God who cares and carries us away Where joy is always with us Most of all, most of the wonders and glory
The peaceful night The stars and the moon The wind sea The stargazing.. How lovely is it? Away from busy city,people and noise. Only you and nature. You feel peace in heart. Peace in mind. Deep inside we all long
Sweetheart, You cared like no one did, ‘Where did it all go?’ My heart asks, as it bleeds. Once I asked you to leave me and go away, So easily you do everything I say. For once you could have
Impossible you have become Irritable as can be Unable to be pleased And uncaring about me No longer am I in your thoughts No longer do you care about my health No longer are you the man I loved The