Death at the opera

Death at the opera

Hot embers burn alone as I
Building has burnt but fire still resides
Inside my heart charred and scarred
Living as recluse, I continue to die

Life and love stripped
wandering like a mongrel dog
lost is life's melody
She's lost and gone out of reach

Why do roses crumble to dust?
The music has begun to rust
Forsaking my voice, Why should I speak?
My true mouth piece, She's moved on without me.

By: Kyle Jordan Eller

Author's Note

This poem was written in view of the phantom of the opera after he'd been left with nothing when the theater burned and he was left with nothing.

Reviews

[Eagergreen]

The best part for me is that it isn't dependent on the source alone it is its own organism able to create feelings with in other people without ever needing to know the source. Personally I've only watched the beginning of an older movie but I still love the poem and it stirs feelings all the same.

[Kyle Jordan Eller]

Thank you I'm glad you could relate to this. I wrote this for a contest on allpoetry.com. Thank you fro the read and the great review.