It gets so cold
when loneliness enters the scene
but the feeling is actually burning.
Burning with the desire to break free.
Burning with the desire to sleep in peace.
Burning when you remember things
the way they used to be.
Burning when you see the shadow of
the empty place that once had a heartbeat.
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17 replies on “Poem #242”
This hits close to home.
Oh to turn the clock back…
Wow! Exactly the words buzzing in me
I really love this poem Luna Nice job
Lovely Poem. Thanks for sharing
I know well, that unwanted cold presence filling the absence.
I’m liking this one as well. Always keep sharing 🙌🏽
beautiful writing, this is frighteningly true
powerful
touching and carries a beautiful and direct simplicity 🙂
Thank you!
you’re welcome 🙂
I felt this. Wow. Very well done.
Thank you!
<3
Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
Another that hit so well, tagging memories of so long ago, a heartache which took years to dull. I applaud Luna for expressing these heartfelt emotions so well!
Sad, but wonderfully said, Luna