From my poetry collection FLOWERS DO SPEAK.


It is six o'clock and i am still a rock,
petrified by fear and isolation.
My father dead and i am lost in dread,
swimming in the sea of desperation.

It is like i am in a new life after his death
and all the tears come with every breath.
I feel like a baby alone and afraid,
how will his love be replaced?

Like in a dead end way i am walking.
Trees mourn and birds are talking.
In my fantasy, where memories stay, i live
and i see that my days and nights silently leave.

Dead end my friend is the circle of life,
no use to argue with God and strife.
We will all end in the dark afterlife
and if we are good maybe turn up as trees in the wildlife.

Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-05 at 09:38

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A brilliant poem that reveals Human loss and the thoughts that are triggered by it. Bravo, Afrodite. :) Allen

D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
A powerful reading. I came away from it conscious of the fragility of life, and of separation from loved ones. Excellent Afrodite!

John holliday
Powerful heartfelt writing......I know this kind of pain....

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This is intense, the dread is penetrating.

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Morning from sunny yet cloudy Eastbourne
Afrodite. I feel your pain, love the lines
It's 6oclock and I'm still a rock.
Swimming in a sea of desperation.
With poetry like yours, I may have to steal them away
With permission of course.
With admiration. Alan