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Digging graves in memories
I'm laying here in this empty room
dust on all the picture frames
memories swallowing me whole.
Echoes blow through cracked windows
like a desolate lonely scream
The wind always sounds so desperate
for a heart to take shelter in.
Leaves outside rustle uneasily
against the heavens tears
No life lives upon those fragile
branches
after years of love being denied
I breathe but only for today
sadly there's no glimpse of hope for
tomorrow
For this storm is only growing in anger
and this sheetless bed is a comfortable
grave.
dust on all the picture frames
memories swallowing me whole.
Echoes blow through cracked windows
like a desolate lonely scream
The wind always sounds so desperate
for a heart to take shelter in.
Leaves outside rustle uneasily
against the heavens tears
No life lives upon those fragile
branches
after years of love being denied
I breathe but only for today
sadly there's no glimpse of hope for
tomorrow
For this storm is only growing in anger
and this sheetless bed is a comfortable
grave.
Published 30th Jan 2011
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30th Jan 2011 7:14am
30th Jan 2011 7:17am
hey thanks for your comment :) always good to know ive got readers that like my work :)
30th Jan 2011 7:27am
i really like this your wording is wonderfull and laced with beautifull imaginative images
30th Jan 2011 7:40am
hey there ^.@ thank you for your comment. it made me smile to read that you find my work laced with beautiful images. it's a huge compliment :)
30th Jan 2011 7:49am
well your welcome glad to put a smile on your face but it is a beautiful piece of writing keep it up :)
30th Jan 2011 8:13am
great poem. nice wording. i like the part in the begining
"I'm laying here in this empty room
dust on all the picture frames
memories swallowing me whole."
i understand how it feels looking back on mimories that seem like a pastlife from someone more happier than you are at the moment and its easy to get swallowed up by dwelling on the past. but its not about remembering good times its about creating them. "Theodore Rosevelt once said "To dwell on the past would be both weak and morbid" i now understand how true this statement is. again good work
RxOxS
"I'm laying here in this empty room
dust on all the picture frames
memories swallowing me whole."
i understand how it feels looking back on mimories that seem like a pastlife from someone more happier than you are at the moment and its easy to get swallowed up by dwelling on the past. but its not about remembering good times its about creating them. "Theodore Rosevelt once said "To dwell on the past would be both weak and morbid" i now understand how true this statement is. again good work
RxOxS
30th Jan 2011 8:41am
Holy shit that was intense. I loved it though sorry about the way you are feeling though. :)
30th Jan 2011 2:29pm
1st Feb 2011 5:58pm
Your last line was the perfect cherry to top off this treat. Well crafted. Carry on.
2nd Feb 2011 7:14pm
I loved the imagery that this poem painted. it was intense and eerie.
and this sheetless bed is a comfortable grave.-----my favorite line!
keep up the great work!
and this sheetless bed is a comfortable grave.-----my favorite line!
keep up the great work!
4th Feb 2011 5:46am
6th Feb 2011 1:16am
I really like this, I especially like the last paragraph, it brings back memories, very thought provoking >.<"
28th Mar 2011 5:25am
A beautiful blend of nature, emotion and depth of space
strong punch of a finish
strong punch of a finish
