It’s quiet here, no music, no song birds
It hurts here, just broken pieces, and shattered parts
It’s raining here, totally flooding, no levees to protect
It’s just me here, once a paradise, now deserted and desolate
Why can’t I leave here, because to leave means to accept defeat
You should be here, at the place where we did meet
It’s still here, a heart I can no longer feel.

Read Also: Her Sweet Trance

0 Shares:
You May Also Like
A close-up of a colorful paintbrush, symbolizing the interplay between confronting inner demons and navigating the world's horrors.
Read More

Face The Monster

I navigate the horrors of the world Weighed against the horrors within myself Seeing how the room which…
The image shows smoke silhouettes of a man and woman kissing which conveys the sensual message in this poem titled "In my mind"
Read More

In my mind

Frozen in time, made love to you a thousand times. Tantalizing, intertwining hearts, in a world where no one else exists. Our souls in harmony, craving love's safety, creating our own reality.
Image of a growing vortex in a pool of water created by a droplet. This growing vortex conveys the theme of this poem title Empty Fulfillment
Read More

Empty Fulfillment

A quickly expanding void torments my existence, like a dark shadow haunting my thoughts. Fighting for possession of my will, it eats at me, leaving me lost yet feeling incredibly alive and freed.