Wild nights laced with Ecstasy
Brought to close by natural events
A soul stoops low in a corner, sullen
Waiting for the ache to pass
Alone.
Sleep comes at night like temporary death
In the morning, nothing to expect-energy is still spent.
Each day a new battle that must be fought
Alone.
No sights set on a Hero.
Pleasant exchanges, now evocative
Connection superseding humans
Slowly severed by the knife of time
Each end slightly withers.
Alone.
The pen awaits, straight and firm
Filled with ink,
Comforting to grip.
Write these words, to live and learn
Memories were made
They were good, why does this hurt?
Now a void has opened up inside
Climb inside the void inside myself
Folded double, a foot in more dimensions than one
Alone.
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Luce dei Miei Occhi
PoetryA collection of poetry written to soothe and comprehend the heartache of losing a friend. Title means "Light of my eyes" in Italian. Cover photography is mine.
