I will never be again who I was with you hiding but smiling gleefully I pushed I worked I laughed I cried so much I cried so much I cried so much inside you were never there and when you were, still gone writing or typing or listening to a different song but I sang I danced I smiled so hard still I cried I cried so much inside I cried so much your absence slowly killing me death near, by my side so I left and my world grew dark barely could I see only light emitting from others' hearts and still I wait awaiting that fateful day when my own heart beats again and leads me astray
Hi Trisha, I liked this poem the first time around. The emptyness is obvious here, but also so is the uncertainty of wanting the gap filled or not.
ReplyDeleteHi Martin,
ReplyDeleteGood eye ... it's nice to know who's reading! ... and thank you for the comments. Your encouraging words keep me writing!
Oh do please keep writing, Trisha. A lot of poetry (especially competition winners, etc) I just can't read or understand, it's like looking at an abstract painting and have to be told what is in the artist's mind and what the painting is about.
ReplyDeleteWhereas your poetry is ... is poetry, you seem to be able to put your words down on paper and create the most honest pictures that I truly understand and empathise with.
Martin.