They say, all good things must end
the heavy heart afflicts
why do all good things disappear?
why are you gone?
as I clasp my hands and grieve
why is life so ephemeral?
But I don't want to live
without your feelings
Goodbye, my heart
Feb 17, 2023
This poem is part of the contest:
Neopoem Of The Week February 12th to February 18th 2023
Goodbye, my heart
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
I am...
of the mind to ask for a curtain-call. He clasps his breast and vows never to love again. I see the dramatic, black silhouette of a man, against a red/orange sunset. On his knees, head down... Nice image! ~ Geezer.
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Geezer
That’s a good comment man. It’s really spot on.
Sorry to hear you’re grieving. Very glad to see it transmuted in poetry.
Tim
Agree with Geezer
I am sorry for your loss and grief but like Tim, am glad to see it in a beautifully touching poem. Well done.