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Pretty Vacant |
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James McInerney Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 83 |
Just down the hall, Towards the door on the left, At the bottom of the stairs, Amongst all the books on the shelves. In the cold empty kitchen, Where the light dare not dwell, In the heart of our home, That still carries your scent. The unfinished meal, Sits patiently still, So innocent, So loving, It longs to exist. The warmth of the sunrise, By the house on the lake, The words that were left unspoken, The ones we meant to say. The place where the rain fell, Washing all the tears from your eyes, The night the world stood still, As one of its angels died. These are the places, Our love now remains, I visit them always, In case the memories fade, I’m haunted by silence, And all the pain that it brings, Consumed by its darkness, Denied of my dreams. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"The night the world stood still, As one of its angels died." ~ How terribly sad... You engaged several of my senses with this compelling piece of writing. An emotional read.  EA |
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zapple New Member
since 2007-09-09
Posts 4Englishman Living in the U.S |
Interesting piece of writing, enjoyed this a great deal. For me the whole piece hangs on the line 'It longs to exist.' with its obvious double meaning. By not actualy saying `I long for her to exist` you heighten the yearning and ache. Very sad yet beautifuly written poem. |
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