Twilight Skies

Experimental, Sub-Par Piece.

I used to smell that faint fragrance,
Every time I walked through the door.

Of love,
Of perfume,
Of the last petals of a dying rose I bought you for Valentines.

Now the pungent odor of decay,
Fills my nostrils day by day,
And roses all have dried away,
And left me here.

The halls hold rectangular stains,
Across the walls where you used to sit and stare at me,
Where we used to smile together.

But you know how the saying goes,
Nothing lasts forever, no,
Nothing beats the test of time,
So here I am.

The empty rooms, and twilight gloom,
Bathed across my hollow eyes.
A skeleton in all it's glory, staring up at twilight skies.

Waiting.
For those three words.

Author's Note

I have never written a piece without a solid rhyming scheme. So this is a really awkward attempt at not rhyming everything. Might be god awful, but oh well. xD

Reviews

[Lilly]

This is the first of your pieces that I have read, and if I hadn't read the author's note, I would have thought this was the type of poetry you wrote - no solid rhyming scheme!
I thought this was a really beautiful poem. Loved the quick change of feeling from the first to the third stanza. This all flowed really well - lovely work!

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you very much! I am very happy to hear that you enjoyed it. Not having heard from anyone I wasn't sure if the attempt translated at all, and I was convinced that it was a bad attempt. I am relieved to hear that you enjoyed it, and that it perhaps isn't such a lost cause. Hahaha.

[Lilly]

Haha not a lost cause at all!

You're welcome :)

[Susan Beth Horvath]

Thanks for sharing this lovely and well presented piece.

[Joshua W. Harris]

I am glad that you enjoyed it!! Thank you for taking the time to both read it and to post a review. It is very much appreciated! =]