death


The Bitter End

I used to live somewhere all different
there were beautiful places,strange yet loving faces
Now,I live in a corridor
a dark,lonely corridor
I have loneliness as my friend
since you closed your eyes,the bitter end.

I remember your figure stepping in my room
the soft steps of your shoes,your breath
which smelled like a young schoolboy's
who just drank a bottle of wine
You used to scatter through the fireplace's ashes
to find all that is now lost in sweet time.

I write in a diary
I keep my personal pain in it
I am staying in my dark,lonely corridor
And I hope for the uniting end
Maybe words will bring you back
maybe someone will hear my plead
maybe someone is going to bring the wall down.



Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-02-04 at 22:34

Tags Death  Sad  Sorrow 

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MiHa
Very solemn, but lyrical as well. I like this juxtaposition, and the evocative imagery as well.
2009-02-05