Published by: Ayanna Jeane Salmorin
Date Published: November 14, 2023
Time Published: 7:57 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: The aftershock of breakup
As the row went straight from 12 to 12,
The midnight hour had come, all is still.
The world's asleep, yet my mind's astir,
A silent symphony of thoughts poured in,
As the night grows deep,
So does my tears.
Like stars who only glint at night,
And fade at sunrise.
I can still see the glimpse of you,
As our memories started to play,
As I started to weep in,
My heart aches from the longing.
As I lingered in the darkness,
Searching for your fading warmth embrace.
Now all's left is coldnessβ
Grieving to my heart, piercing it, piece by pieceβmy soul shattered from the sight.
Thinking of you is poison in mind.
At midnight, when all is dark and still,
The world seems to pause, a moments thrill.
A time to ponder, to hope, to heal.
And I sit in the silence, the moon whispers;
Love one man in silence,
And you will lose yourself in secret.
IMAGE SOURCE:
Meunier. (n.d.). Social Realism. http://gurneyjourney.blogspot.com/2019/11/constantin-meuniers-social-realism.html
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