In the quiet hours, when shadows roam,
A heavy heart, far from home.
Lost in memories, lost in pain,
Longing for a touch, longing in vain.
Echoes of laughter, now distant cries,
Tears that fall from weary eyes.
A void that lingers, an ache so deep,
In the lonely hours, it's hard to sleep.
Each passing moment, a silent plea,
To hold you close, to set you free.
But time slips by, and you're not here,
Just memories left, to hold dear.
A love once cherished, now torn apart,
Leaving behind a shattered heart.
In the echoes of your absence, I roam,
Forever lost, without you, home.
About the Creator
Adam
Ever since I was little, they've been telling me I'm fucked up
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Confessions of an Empath
The birds are chirping, and the sun is shining in a cloudless July sky. The vibrancy promises a beautiful day, but the cooing of the Mourning Dove perched on the powerlines seems to be more fitting than the lively songs of the robin flitting through the trees. The melancholic calls of the dove cloak the world in a sadness that hangs like tattered drapes.
By Alyssa Nicolea day ago in Confessions
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This was so poignant and emotional! Loved your poem!