Echoes at Midnight

Echoes at Midnight

A Poem by Jesse W.

I stand inside this broken home of mine
So lost in memory I swear I hear
The sound of laughter for which I still pine
Drifting through the dark, my love drawing near

I see the broken glass, the shattered plates
Damaged wares of both mundane and great art
These are the relics of a mad disgrace
Your last night, and the time when we would part

Your ghost calls out whilst I hold you in vain
Locked in the past with a killer and pain

© 2016 Jesse W.



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amazingly written...... loved the meaning of the poem

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Jesse W.

1 Year Ago

Thanks so much! :)
Well written Jesse. Longing feelings of lost happiness and love. Intense loneliness and despair. Loss is permanent. You said all this in your poem and opens the reader to feeling these emotions. Not a happy spring time poem. Richie,

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Jesse W.

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Richie :)
I love the meaning!
Keep it up!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Jesse W.

1 Year Ago

Thanks Emily!

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Added on March 15, 2016
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Tags: Grief, death, ghost

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Jesse W.
Jesse W.

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I'm a 27 year old man from South Carolina. I write poetry and stories and hope to gain some feedback on them. :) more..

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