Heed the echos of a heartache,
anguished sear of reverie.
Feel its scalp bleed down her face,
scathing tears of memories.
See the eyes that once freely smiled
fading with defeat.
As silent fields in which she lies
drift away with night’s conceit.
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I’m not sure “Like” is the right concept here…
But I feel the pain.
That means something; thank you. 🙂
Wow! This is beautiful.
Thank you. 🙂
This is absolutely beautiful, Phoebe. Ah, melancholia. Those last 2 lines really reverb and buzz for me. Thank you for writing this. 🙂
Thank you, Deb. 🙂
We all find ourselves on a rocky road at times…..our hope is to come to a smoother spot in the road and a new direction perhaps. I hope you find yours….
Hugs, Pam
Thank you Pam. Hugs! 🙂
You’re in my thoughts and prayers, Phoebe. Hugs.
Aww thank you, Iris. 🙂