Eclipse

Eclipse

A Poem by being me

O lonely soul, why do you weep?
Hot tears gushing down your swollen eyes,
rolling down your turned down cheeks,
and finally down, down, down into nothingness...
          Your puffed up eyes which no one sees,
          your cheeks which have lost all traces of red,
          the glow of your face vanished away,
          the shape of your lips now lost and forlorn...
You try to stop the tears, but in vain;
cause you've never before known such pain.
You put on a brave smile before the mirror,
and you end up wishing someone stabbed you with a dagger...
            Pitiable indeed to see those dull, lifeless eyes,
            gazing forever into emptiness.
            But only you see the images looming before you,
            the memories vivid like a movie reel being played...
And once when the tears have finally stopped,
comes a pain so severe, it tears up your heart.
An eclipse begins to dawn upon your soul,
leaving you numb, forever more...
             And when the spark is stolen from your eyes,
             the glow of your face changed into pale chalkiness.
             The smile that vanishes from your lips,
              you realize that even death is eternal bliss...

© 2013 being me


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And when the spark is stolen from your eyes,
the glow of your face changed into pale chalkiness.
The smile that vanishes from your lips,
you realize that even death is eternal bliss...

Marvelous lines well done, rhyme ok,,,kip on write

Posted 11 Years Ago


being me

11 Years Ago

trying:)
Nithin Purple

11 Years Ago

ok
A poem that describes how poem changes a person gradually, from the teary eyes till the broken heart.A beautifully expressed,deep poem. Thanks for sharing.


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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