In Absentia

Scattered images in broken glass,

Grains of sand dissipate in whispering winds.

The memories of your smile

Haunting me at every waking moment.

 

Alone in my own dark thoughts,

Lost in the bittersweetness of evanescence.

A selfish eternity wasted, taken away

By the hands of greed and rage.

 

Cast my soul in to the heavens,

And let me stay above the clouds

So they may no longer rain down their tears

For me to swipe away from these burning eyes.

 

How can I move on pretending

When my heart has been set aflame in regret

And smoldering anger deepens within my soul,

Longing to be in your loving arms once more.

Author's Note

Obviously this was written out of some depression and anger. And may give off the feeling of suicide...but I promise I know better than to do such a thing. All in my mind, I guess you could say.

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

this is a beautiful heartfelt write. Bravo!

[reflectingus]

I love this emotional side of you, the pain is so intense, I can feel every feeling you must have felt as I read each word thoroughly, and felt that I could relate. Sadness and desire just simply envelops this poem, the piece is written beautifully, each word just perfectly fitted, as if it belongs in that certain line. I exceptionally loved the second last stanza, I think it is so amazing, how you thought of rain as tears that you have to wipe away from your eyes. Actually, this whole poem is amazing, intriguing, overall. Keep writing!

[A Soap Mess Stories]

I could feel the pain in your words...good job....

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"Scattered images in broken glass,
Grains of sand dissipate in whispering winds."

[Aella.lives]

I can identify with poem, as I think a lot of people that have been depressed/hurt could. My favorite stanza was the third, it was so powerful and strong. Such a good write.

[Muse]

we've all been there...lost in that dark corner...the heart may want to die...but the rest of you is very much alive. It feels like purgatory...caught between the land of the dead and the living. It may sound like suicide...but it's just a black emotion that will eventually come around to see the light of day. I hope you've been inspired by this beautiful spring...may it lighten your soul. Gorgeous penning.


Muse

[Raven Starhawk]

In so many ways I can picture this as being myself. You write with immense style that basically calls out to me and for me these are more than words. As I pour myself over each line I am taken back a moment as I relate to it. I think it is a true piece of the heart. Of course I can always relate to venting through poetry. It is a marvelous therapy.

[Dayran]

In most places they would call this experience. It will count someday. Nice write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Intense desire and emotion in this powerful poem.
"A selfish eternity wasted, taken away
By the hands of greed and rage."
We can return to the pain and the hurt. Hard to return to the good and kind moments after we create walls of mistakes. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Priscilla Sayers]

My Dear Anna Rose! You have done such a gracious piece here that portrays a living, breathing, broken heart. Just beautiful.