- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Thanks To You
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It’s midnight
The ticking of the old mantle clock
Resonates in the pitch black
A room almost devoid of life, of emotion
If it weren’t for the silent tears
Cascading down ivory cheeks
Illuminated only by the coruscating glow of the full moon.
It’s 2 am
The form, curled in the fetal position
Begins to tremble
Its cries making each tremor feel like an earthquake
No one is around to hear
No one really cares
A sweet, rancid odor begins to rise.
It’s 4 am
The putrid stench permeates every darkened corner
Cloud cover blocks light from touching the Earth
A few shallow gasps from the dying form
What a waste, so much potential
So full and vibrant
So willing to give.
It’s 6 am
The Earth is light once again
I tiptoe into that room
Afraid of what I’ll find
And there, so silent and still
Lay the shattered remains
Of my heart, thanks to you.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 15 years agoI sincerely hope this very good but sad poem does not reflect the mood of the author. This is her only posting in years and I for one miss her stories.
