Trapped

Thanks to Helena - this is my attempt at poetry. Comments appreciated

 

Trapped (In Time)

 

 

 

Suddenly awoken from another vain attempt to find peace in slumber

Tears fall silently, forming an ink blot pattern on my pillow

Each droplet completes the indelible mosaic of pain

Passion remembered pervades; refusing denial of what once was

Happy memories of times shared together demand recognition

And succeed as you face appears so clearly as if by magic

Never changing, your smile – infectious in its innocence spreads

Instead it is I who now bear the signs of passing time allowing the memories to fade

Each night you return to me and bring me comfort; yet you are never really here

Reviews

[Helena]

This was beautifully penned my friend!

"Tears fall silently, forming an ink blot pattern on my pillow
Each droplet completes the indelible mosaic of pain"

I loved these lines, in fact I thought the whole poem was superb.
Much enjoyed by me and it passed with flying colors as "your attempt at writing poetry!"
Keep penning poet!

~ Helena

[Just Plain Me]

*thinking of the right words*...for lack of better words, I love the emotion in this poem.
okay, so me and reviews don't get along much, but I tried.

[Gheeneil]

Memories could imprison us behind bars of comfort. This, would, however, result to life's dormancy. This is deep and beautiful!

[J.Black]

We're all trapped at one point or another in this life time Harry, I'm just waiting for the point I can break free. This was sad, emotion filled, sorrow built in my chest as I heaved and sobbed, knowing I too can say I've been there many times before: "Tears fall silently, forming an ink blot pattern on my pillow".

[BABSIE BEE]

Well put...but sad. Very emotional....the depth of emotion touched me in fact. These damn tears eh ??? But they must be released so as to find peace in our soul.
Such a lovely poem...Thank you for sharing.
Babsie Bee xx

[Tabitha Dings]

It was such a sad poem. I mean. I'm not sure if I'm interpreting it correctly, but "love lost" seems accurate. Either by death or by break up, perhaps even prison. I can feel the emotions in the poem as if they were my own. Even tears of my own formed and my heart ached as if desiring that comfort from one I love. Very good poem.