My Nights are as empty,
as my eyes,
without the sight of you...
My days are as cold,
as my soul,
without the warmth of your love...
If truth be told,
my entire being, my life,
is on a hold.
Bereft of you, I am barren,
I am living dead...
Just like my heart, dying,
without "you", it's rhythm, it's beat,
Losing the red...
Lovely poem! I love the use of colours to reinforce the meaning. I thinki the second stanza is really lovely, sad but beautiful work. Keep up the good writting :)
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
Glad you liked it...thank you for taking out the time to reading my work :) it means a lot to me...
When loves flies out, it takes with it the warmth, the colors and the light too.
Pain and lonliness is depicted so effectively here. Barricade, you bared your soul here.
Thanks for sharing.