A solitary man

The roses are no longer lovely,

Chirping birds leave you empty and worn,

Trees droop and hover ominously,

It’s a sad scene when you walk alone,

Leave the shades drawn tightly for hours,

While the covers hang loose from your bones,

Spread your limbs where there used to be ours,

It’s a sad thing to wake up alone.

 

Author's Note

A short verse to capture what i hope is short period.

Reviews

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Lovely poem. Has a kind of "Maya Angelou feel." I like the fact you write a shorter verse to capture a short period, that's a nice touch. "cover's hang loose from your bones," great metaphor. Anyway, the whole time I was thinking of Maya's style, and she's one of my favorite poets, so that's a compliment. I added you as a friend.

[Distantview123]

The sadness is very evident in this write, but so is the poetic expression. Nicely penned. ~ Robert.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

I hope so too! I can empathize with these words though - every one of them. Succinct and to the point. Nicely penned.
Light,
Siddartha

[Stammers]

'While the covers hang loose from your bones'

love that one line, so powerful.