Violent sobs mark heavy shock of devastation
presented all too unreal.
Forsaken by your dying breath
and left to myself within dark confines
of delusional denial to slowly decompose,
numb and unopposed.
Completely crushed;
eternally wounded
by the empty weight
of heartache that now
occupies your ever-present
absence.
Tears are replaced
only by years
as the passage of time offers little more
than consolation’s contradiction
while simultaneously
bleaching precious memories.
Your smile,
once gleaming,
disintegrates upon my mind’s silver screen
like dying candle light clinging to a spent wick;
leaving only echoes of darkness...
Angry and abandoned, I am your only lasting legacy...
The final standing heir to tragedy.
Stephen O Amadi
11aLove this!
Callyope
11aWow! Thanks Steven! And I love your name by the way, my eldest son is named Steven as well. Same spelling and all! 8^)
Stephen O Amadi
11aLool seen
Cory Garcia
11aBeautifully done!"like dying candle light clinging to a spent wick;
leaving only echoes of darkness..."Love this line :)
Callyope
11aThanks Cory!... I'm almost a bit ahsamed of this write. I feel like my emotional anger is far too apparent; I wish to remember him tenderly for all times.
Cory Garcia
11aThose little rips are what allow your passions to flow... 4 chambers are simply not enough to house the music that flows through your veins... thats why its not in our hearts where the people we love reside but in every ounce of our being and in every one of our creations...GLYASDI sister poet :)