A Poem by EricGodsil

For the minimalists out there. :)

A chilly night,
an empty sted,
an empty heart,
a chilly bed.

Sun coated wheat,
rolling hills,
rolling bottles,
coated pills.

A lake of tears,
a weeping willow,
a weeping man,
a tear filled pillow.

An empty soul,
a lost one,
a lost cause,
an empty gun.

A forgotten house,
a silent breath,
a silent night,
a forgotten death.

© 2011 EricGodsil

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great rhythm and words that could bring tears to my eyes. poor guy. it's like a ballad that could be sung.

Posted 10 Years Ago

this is so sad,
and i can relate,
nice write really
such a strong first stanza,
though i dont actually love the before last one,
but it is a powerfull and beautifull write
Really nice work

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on August 7, 2011
Last Updated on August 7, 2011



Virginia Beach, VA

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