Open Poetry #42 |
Sunday Morning |
A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Breathing in heavy air of lies, Hiding grief in this bitter wine, Finding beauty in porcelain strength, Not enough to say goodbye. Castles, built on the shards of dreams Are just pain's another guise, And my heart that was never whole Will be wrecked by parting twice. You are leaving and taking a part of me away, You have followed the calling of once so precious days, And my tears are pouring as Sunday morning's rain. It's erasing the footsteps on our ways that crossed, Now the rain will remind me of you - my greatest loss. You are gone, and life's colors are fading. It's the dusk of my brightest dawn - Sunday morning. But life goes on Under signs of submissive waiting And greatly missing. I'm a shadow of your light, Giving up this internal fight. You will always be out of touch, But you're always mine in mind. You are leaving and taking a part of me away, You have followed the calling of once so precious days, And my tears are pouring as Sunday morning's rain. It's erasing the footsteps on our ways that crossed, Now the rain will remind me of you - my greatest loss. You are gone, and life's colors are fading. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
I like this one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed this write ARCTIC WIND |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Castles, built on the shards of dreams Are just pain's another guise, And my heart that was never whole Will be wrecked by parting twice." Powerfully emotive! |
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