A Lonely Song

A Lonely Song

A Poem by Aram Alexander
"

For Hailey. Rest peacefully.

"

Tonight there's a blood red sky,
and again I look up asking why.
Why did I have to let you go,
without learning all I should have known.
I hate it, I hate the world with all my heart,
for making me love you right from the start.
And I despise it even more right now,
for speaking of passion and showing me how.
For forcing me to miss you so,
and breaking my heart in one cruel blow.
I know it wasn't your time to go,
yet life closed the curtains on our lovers' show.
I wish I could be with you,
I wish I could breathe with you,
I wish I could leave with you,
I wish I could be where you are now,
Living with my love among the clouds.
Exit stage right, 'cause it just feels so wrong,
to still be down here, singing this lonely song.

© 2013 Aram Alexander


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

This pours out a lot of emotions and the pain is released in each word you put on paper... the lost and reflection of it is beyond comprehension... I'm sure with these lines she is hearing them loud and clear... every single one of them....

Posted 11 Years Ago


such a heartfelt and sad poem, I could tell you poured your heart out in this one...
I'm sorry for your loss :(
Great write :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Aram Alexander

11 Years Ago

Thank you miss Annabellee, I am glad you could enjoy it. :)
I find that sadly enough, sadness .. read more
annabellee

11 Years Ago

you're most welcome :)
AmandaN

11 Years Ago

I agree with annabellee. This was so sad I felt your utter devastion, I totally get you.

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

229 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on July 30, 2013
Last Updated on September 5, 2013

Author

Aram Alexander
Aram Alexander

Jogja, Yogyakarta Special Region, Indonesia



About
I'm just a regular guy who does regular things. Meaning I enjoy pizza, the company of dogs, occasional inebriation, equal parts worthy literature and brainless Hollywood fare, and spontaneity of the .. more..

Writing