House of cards

Oil lamp at the table,

torn papers all around..

Dim light hiding her face.

Little rain of tear drops pouring

down,down down into her memories..

Feeding on her sadness,

controlling her thoughts her mind is already lost.

So cruel...They are.

Why do they have to be so cruel?

Memories...my memories.

Silence,I can hear.

Fear,can I sense?

Falling apart like a house of cards..

Falling apart I am.

Apart from you,trapped in my house

of hearts.

Oil running out,light disappearing

gradually.

Slowly,but it fades.

Fades to black,her home,her only light...

Author's Note

be honest please?

Reviews

[Tomislav Petricevic]

Wow! This is good! This poem theme totally reminds me of Linkin Park, and I absolutely love them, too! And it doesn't have to be longer, it's perfect the way it is! :D

[M.Kilani]

interesting title, wonderful emotions, nice flow although it had no rhyme but the flow was just perfect, I believe it would've been better if it was a bit longer, I'm not satisfied yet, not of such a wonderful piece. well done keep it up