- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Burning Spark
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Click hereUpon a cavernous heart and brittle bones
There are no more tears like a raging sea
Crashing upon a soul that is all alone
Tentative hope growing in a dry dry bed
No longer stretches its weak tendrils
Because hope is long dead
Fury has abated to a quiet whispered sound
And now she never ever screams
Not even when no-one else is around
Hurtful, wishful, wanting stands
To the back in dull, gloomy quiet
And no-one can remember their demands
And somewhere buried deep inside
Lived the glow of a burning spark
That over the years, paled, then died
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoSounds descriptive of clinical depression with all wants and needs seemingly long buried and gone and life just seems to happen (just maybe).
Amyfriendabout 17 years agowhen the spark is gone and the fire dies...then a relationship changes.
