Inspired by "Nighthawks" a painting by Edward Hopper.

Flames of melancholy

I found your name in melancholy
burning in the flames
it was your love you gave to me
but nothing stays the same.

I'm sitting at a night hawk's bar
retreating from the day
yes my glass is always full
Is it better any other way?

I'm waiting for the sky to break
on a night that only condemns
all the time looking back
just looking forward to the end.

And in between every bottle
and the empty glass I fill
just broken pieces of my heart
that I fail to keep concealed.

© Rik - 26/07/2008

Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-07-28 at 03:48

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wow, this is really a good read, very well written, captures that feeling completely. I cant help but feel pity and a little sad for the bloke in the poem


This is mezmerising, painstalking beauty.

I have longed for this, and I didn't even know it.

this is brilliant!! what a catchy beginning and a wonderful poem. Its amazing what someone and write and do if inspired...great work.
Take care