No More Bread

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No More Bread

Silence rebounds off these pale walls.

Walls once papered

in the colours of love and hope,

now stripped completely bare.

The furniture has all gone too

as I sit alone

in this sad room and listen

to the pounding, quiet echo

of my shattered heart,

as it resonates off polished wood

and cold stone floors.

It tears at my inner peace

in a savage stabbing of my breast

that splits me open

and allows hope to expire,

like the mirage you painted me.

My ears hear every whisper

of the lone fly’s wings

as it circles the naked bulb

above my thoughts,

and my empty eyes

just wonder why.

You took everything when you left,

when you made your choice

and stepped onto that flight to Athens.

Did you think I’d rejoice?

Did you think I’d understand?

Did you even think at all?

And now there is to be no more bread

my soul is empty.

 

05/08/13

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

No more bread. Such a simple phrase that sums up so much. This one hurts.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you KLG. It was as sequel to another poem 'you Bring Me Bread'

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

These are the words of one who's haunted, who has felt the cold chill of love lost, who huddles in the hollow of loneliness that echoes throughout the soul. There's no greater sorrow than being a tear in the ocean. No one discerns the drowning of the substance of the self.

Your words painted an atmosphere, and I could feel your sorrow.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you LMVT

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Atmospheric and very interesting. Well done!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Sheema

[Leslie Philibert]

the powerful image of the flight to Athens convinces..Like this !

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It tells a true tale. Thank you Leslie.

[TL Boehm]

there is the physical gutting that happens at the end of the relationship and the emotional bloodletting. This powerfully describes the physical and alludes so well to the latter. Well done.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you TLB

[Pryde Foltz]

as I sit alone

in this sad room and listen

to the pounding, quiet echo

of my shattered heart,

as it resonates off polished wood

and cold stone floors.

Awesome---clear and powerful metaphor.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Pryde

[Keith]

John that description of the empty room was pretty amazing and set the scene for the emptiness felt inside. Clever poem, the fly buzzing around the light globe is brilliant. The empty space was so real that I felt the urge to grab a cricket bat and tennis ball so we could get something happening. But that was short lived, us Aussies, seem to have lost interest in cricket this past week, especially playing the English! But indoor tennis would be a hoot.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Keith. I don't understand Cricket and given there are two games left in my mind if Australia win them it should be the team with the best score that takes the Ashes. It is as daft as our domestic Rugy Union (the game I follow) Premiership where a team last year won the league convincingly but lost the playoffs and ended up empty handed!

[Claire Twinn]

The imagery of the lone fly and empty room create a vivid feeling of emptiness.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Claire

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Such saddness... Disconnecting the ties that bind two people together leaves more than an empty house, and empty cupboard; it leaves an empty soul in the wake. I have a friend who was recently divorced, and I went with her to her home to move out her things, and it just really struck me as such a sad thing when it was occuring.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I agree GF and thank you.