Empty arms

Sadness envelopes and consumes

Silently sitting, in that old rocking chair,

The only sound, the breaking of the waves of the lake,

And the drip, drip of her tears.

Her arms, cradling to her breast,

nothingness.

�"-

An empty space for happiness,

A vacant spot, which can’t be filled

Vacuous silence, drip, drip.

Washed away, ripped from her.

Untimely.

�"-

In the distance, sweet melodious birdsong

The sound of rebirth, she listens.

Caresses phantom curls,

And rosy cheeks.

drip drip.

�"-

A useless blanket, old and worn

by her feet. Never used for purpose.

Time, stands still

ghostly chuckles and giggles,

of the one who never came.

drip, drip.

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The anger passed, the questioning

Her empty arms, are hers alone,

Sitting on that wooden porch,

Waiting for life to move on and take her

Like it stole him.

Drip, drip.

�"-

The mist descends, the cold breeze bites.

But nothing stops,

the drip, drip.

Reviews

[Another Relic]

Sad and descriptive. The drip drip seems to give it a bit of continuity throughout reminding us of her broken heart and tears that still fall. Nice job.

[Amaunet]

wow, powerful poem. truly captures the reader and draws them into the emotion of the peice.

well done!