just another love 'em and leave 'em story


An Empty Glove

I stumbled over a stone and fell

All alone into the well

That leads a scorned lover into hell.

Like a shell I was

Tossed amongst the ocean of ashes and embers,

Trying to remember

The times where Heaven was in my reach

Now I have nothing to teach

But how to sink into the

Brink of despair.

I've been there before,

Standing inside the door

That leads to the path of sorrow

In the rest of

My tomorrows.

These thoughts turn my head

To face the place

Where I stood.

There was nothing good.

Only the wooden soldier remains,

the one who inflicted the pains.

What did he gain

As he drove his spear inside my soul

And ripped it out

Don't you know?

So I lie bleeding on the ground.

The war is over.

There's nothing left to be found

Of love.

Just an empty glove

The shell of me.

 

Kathy Lockhart

12/28/06





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-12-29 at 00:30

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Amanda K
what attarcted me at first the title and as i was reading i was searching for a clue that leads to it and found it at last. it was a clever, descriptive and remarkable poem.
2007-01-08


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is beautiful and so cleanly you wondewrful reflective mood
but hey somebody truly loves you rgds mike
2006-12-29


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Low the flow, the ryhme and esp
love the metaphoric use of the glove.

Make's me look at gloves differently now LOL :-)

Seriously, a heart-wrenchly sad poem
that brings to the eyes of the reader.

liz
2006-12-29


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is too sad. There seems to be nothing redeamable in this tragedy. It seems all such a waste of humanity. Surely, there is a glimmer of something of value beneath the black pit of nothingness. Like in the Grinche's heart, isn't there somewhere a remeberance of a flame that once beat with a warmth of hope? Try to remember. Was there ever a day that contained hope? Was there ever a moment that contained a whisp of joy that floated near enough to catch a sniff? Oh, I pray so, for this is so terribly sad and lonely if not. So tragic, so bleak. Yet, in the writing of it, so beautiful.
2006-12-29


wee2souls
the way you use your words of expression
heartfelt read my mommakac
love you bunches of carrot tops lol:)
a differnent dozen to make you smile as
they are good for you well they are!!! lol
:)
a wee smilerama for you eh!!
hugs of many
cindymac
2006-12-29


Coolaaron88
Kathy, this was very beautiful, I loved it. It told a story that everyone could relate to. Thanks for sharing. : )

~Aaron Rowe
2006-12-29