Without you

Another day in dust, fallen leaves at feet,
wind plays with silence, whisper of autumn greet,
walking through crowdy place, yet feeling all alone,
if only this empty feeling, could somehow just be gone,
I try to shake it away, like snow of winter gloves,
but wind smiles away, and right back at me it shoves,
I stray away from road, hoping to hide it within,
but wall from feeling empty, is always simply too thin,
my feet losing hope, I sit on dusty bank,
rain pours down on me, and everything feels so blank,
my eyes see no light, no dreams, no tomorow, no cue,
cause' nothing really makes sense...or will...without you.

Reviews

[Maria M.]

The style that this poem is written in works so well for the content of it. Best part for me was the line about "my feet losing hope." Such a stunningly simple, yet unexpected concept that it just works so so well. Love the photograph at the end too, with the burning pages in the foreground-perfect!

[Raven Starhawk]

For me there is a great deal of haunted beauty composed between every line. It what you do not type that brings the words in print to life. This was a pleasure to read