On The Death Of A Girl

I wanted to write a very simple poem.

How can I

go forward to Spring

when you left me

in Winter ?

How can I drink

when you are

as dry as a stowed apple ?

How can I eat

when you are as empty

as a cold bowl ?

How can I sleep

when you will not wake ?

Let me stop and reach for your hand

seeking your fingers.

Reviews

[Adam Whitworth]

This poem has a good intention, let's see what comes of it.

[Sami Khalil]

I like questions in a poem and this one although sad ask heartfelt questions. An excellent pen upon this...

[stars are far]

That was so dark.. yet amazing..i loved it .. well crafted and straight to one clear idea :)
thanks for sharing

[Lyn Anderson]

I cannot believe thirty five people viewed this poem and did not whisper a word. This is achingly beautiful. It is constructed cleanly, with imagery for maximum impact. I just decided to check things out. So glad I did.