The Forgotten

The candle's glow dies
leaving a hole of

darkness in its wake.
Damp sheets lay

tattered on the forgotten
bed. The window is dirty,

smeared with unnoticed
tears. Tense grafitti stains

the walls by which she
lies. She clings to the

stench of her mistakes,
stronger than the rain.




Poetry by Amanda Manmohan
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Written on 2006-05-24 at 03:30

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Dan Cederholm
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WOOOWW so powerful

and all the felings and pictures

you send wiht this poem

it's so strong that it takes the breaht

out of me!!!

Regards Dan


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2006-05-25


Christian Ward
good, good

great imagery and tense atmosphere
2006-05-24


Malin Johansson
very beautiful written here, a very deep poem... I like the image I got when I read this one...
Good work....
Rgds Malin
2006-05-24


penfold18
A very emotional and visual piece, well done.
2006-05-24


Zoya Zaidi
Saved as a book mark!
2006-05-24


Zoya Zaidi
Wow! this is very powerful,
Can't believe, it is coming off the pen
Of an eighteen year old?
You have a natural gift,
And a compassionate heart to match it!
This is a masterful piece in its technique,
A poem par excellence in its content,
And you, a poet and human being true.
For your compassionate heart!!!
***hugs dear Amenda***
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-05-24


Kathy Lockhart
You touched all the senses with this poem. I have sensory and emotional overload. Wonderfully done!!!
2006-05-24