Alone

A poem of bitterness towards lost love.

On a cold quiet night, I stand alone in the dark...not a single noise can be heard...not a single person in sight. I look to the sky above and wonder if your out there somewhere missing my love.

I stand alone in the cold wondering if I will ever find someone new...someone who will love me as hard as I loved you. The empty hollow feeling I now know, the hatred and heartache raging within has replaced any true heartfelt emotions that ever existed.

With a sufficiency of bitterness only malevolence resides in my soul...burning with so much animosity that it should remain untold. With the deepest desire that raves in my tormented soul, I can only hope that your out there somewhere...just as cold and alone. 

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

I can relate to every word of this poem....I felt it from my heart.....Sweet melancholic tone and the words are just so beautiful to express the loneliness of the lover.....One of the best one i have read on this topic....Thumbs up!!!!!

[terry smith]

Bitter is the pill swallowed of loves suicide...nice poem, well written!

[Antonio Valentino]

Sounds like some pretty deep scars wrote this poem. I know this feeling well, I hope it gets better for you.

Great write, it brought some things back into perspective.
Thanks for sharing it with us.

Antonio xx

[Shadow Writer]

That last line was hard hitting. This was really good. Phantom.....

[Kelley]

I loved this Rant style poem and your last
words summed it up best. We all suffer
the pain of losing some one we love but
some suffer more because of the love and
work they put into the relationship.

Great write Amber........Don't ever give up on love.

Kelley

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

wow... I so truely know that feeling and the last words are so heartbreaking... that was so sad , but so familiar, we all been in that situation, and soft soul will be there again and again and again ... thank you Yossi

[Yosef]

the cold nature element fits the emotions well. great setting choice.

[jay geenen]

But everyone is out there alone on a cold stroming January blizzard night. It is only friends the find the shelter for onyone on those cold nights.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Presuming this is a poem about you, the writer:

The woman in your poem has every right , an obligation
to not ever forget. On the other hand this woman is
responsible for her feelings and what those emotions
will do to her, if she entertains hateful thoughts.

Suggestion: In place of the, "rot in hell" emotions, I suggest
this person practice loving him in her mind, but if she encounters
him again, walk on the other side of the street.

The greatest charity is that charity towards self, where you
practice self preservation. In that way you will live to love again.

The observations I have made here are only suggestions which may
be added to your growing list of security.

This poem is beautiful, concise and thughtful.

----- Eagle Cruagh