Help

He heard it all, 

  the loss, the pain 

  how she was no longer sane. 

Evenings spent kneeling, 

  crying and screaming 

  over a white cup, begging 

  for what these lines begin with. 

Like a broken lightbulb, 

  he watched her light fade

  and nothing stayed

  not even the 

Pages she filled, 

  begging for whatever it is

  these lines begin with. 

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Wonderful piece of writing and I'm sure many will relate to your work

[SonOfPlunder]

Very well constructed. Really enjoyed reading this

[Rossen]

The fire is out, only the embers remain...this is a smoke signal for help
and I came running. only to find you have this covered.. well made poem
I like this,




Rossen