Loss

A twist of fate has closed that door

This grief is like a slow decay

I find I'm staring at the floor

Can't lift my eyes though try I may

It's not a space that can be filled

The sadness is consuming me

It seems the cup I held has spilled

I watch its contents drain away 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is an awesomely straightforward description of how it feels to be empty & void becuz of loss. Great rhyme & rhythm, which I always enjoy in a poem. This seems to be about losing SOMEONE (beloved), but it can also be about any kind of loss, loss of freedom, loss of one's world as we used to know it -- two things that come to mind in today's chaotic world (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the cup of laughter and happiness spills...and sometimes there is no refilling the cup...we just live with the drained feeling...writing helps.
i really like the metaphor here.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

This piece is beautifully penned in classical style. Lovely flow and alternate end rhyme. A poem of loss through a twist of fate. Deeply felt by this reader. Very well done.

Chris

[danielle.]

Thank you Chris xox