Poetry: Gone
The weathered cracks stretch across the dark wall
in a spider web pattern. The hard wood floors are
cold and the mirrors covered in dust. Two cats painted
different colors cross each other, dancing while
they await their owners return. A young couple walks
down the path holding hands and laughing…
enjoying the comforts of one another. I tread along alone.
Looking up at the dark starless sky, I wonder where they have all gone…
and if I could go with them.
Comments
AUTHORThank you, guys. It's nice to see my emotions are coming across to others easily. I think poetry is meant to inspire and connect with others on a level they may not understand. @Sheilanewton I always try to put beautiful pictures with my work that I feel reflect at least some aspect of my writing. I'm just glad that others like them as well :)
The poetry is awe-inspiring. And Franz Marc's cat drawing is absolutely out of this world. you make a good choice of images to go with this splendid peice of writing. Well done
This poem is written so elegantly, it flows with incredible ease and drags the reader into your feelings from the first line. Thank you for an incredible read. Jamie
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