The Storyteller

The Storyteller

A Poem by ElizaB

Three marks,
That's all it took.
Not yours, not mine,
A fool I look.
I thought we were fine;
I thought I knew love;
I thought you were mine
But I'm never enough. 
Do not speak,
Do not look
Upon me as I weep.
You took
My heart, my love, my light.
My outlook
Bleak. No kiss goodnight. 
Lights out.
Mind bound.
Dust shout.
No closure is found...
Get out.
Door locked.
Timed out.
Calls blocked.
Our love nothing more
Than empty walls,
Heart ignored;
Echoing halls. 


© 2017 ElizaB



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A stark contrast to long winded, emotionally centered, needy calls for sympathy. You are detached just enough to be succinct. I sense enough time has passed, yet I more deeply feel and comprehend the empty aloneness. Excellent, top notch work.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Very good. I really like your style.

Posted 3 Months Ago


I love the breaks on each line to make the rhymes. Nice message as well.

Posted 4 Months Ago



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ElizaB
ElizaB

United Kingdom



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