Gone

Sorrow. Evolved in to something beautiful. Personified within written lines.

Gone is the perfumed yellow veil that she wore upon her head with joy & pride. Replaced with the fabrics of yesterday in tatters of black. Left naked and cold in the dark. Her cracked smile is now her veil, her tears are her perfume. Her loneliness her eternal companion.

Gone is the mirth that burst from her lips with such ease, like sweet wine rushing out of a bottle. Now the bitter taste of spoiled grapes is all that lingers. She lies in a bed of shadows covered in regret and memories.

Gone is the heart that lived in a poem. Fed by fantasies and dreams. Lost in the delirium of roses and fairytales and princes and queens. She clings to remnants of yesterday as if in a dream. Waiting for respite and deliverance to this malady. Shattered in to a million pieces. A kaleidoscope of broken delusions.

Author's Note

What do you think? What is your interpretation? What does the poem make you feel? Does it invoke any emotion, if so which ones?

Reviews

[Lost]

Wow, I love this. I interpret this as grieving the loss of happiness. A depressed person often will describe "not feeling like themselves," and I interpreted this as somebody in that state lamenting the ease with which positive emotion previously could be evoked in their life. This created a feeling of yearning and aching sadness for me. I felt the loss the speaker was describing, and I felt the tired, but desperate desire to return to "normal" or even remember what that feels like. I would love to hear what your intentions were with this piece and to see if they lined up with what it caused me to feel/interpret. I loved the imagery in this and would love to read more by you :)

[Anaisa]

You have perfectly captured the essence of what I was trying to convey. It's definitely about loss and regret. About the perpetual punishment of memories and what once was. My intention with the last part was to illustrate the feeling of an innocense lost. A loss of a former self. A kind of shattered perception where all she has now is cold bitter reality, where there was once dreams and naivety. Thank you so much for taking the time to read me :)

[Lost]

Of course! My pleasure :)

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Powerful piece... the contrasts you developed throughout really make this tangible. I look forward to reading more of your poetic voice... awesome write.

[Anaisa]

Thank you very much. I really appreciate it. I'm glad you felt something while reading my writing. That's always my first intent :)

[KCthelastboyscout]

Ironic that the most beautiful writings i ever read in the cafe are about loss and sorrow.You would think that the euphoric feeling of happiness would be the major them of this site.So what does that say?
This is divinely beautiful.Those are the best words i can come up with.im speechless.

[Anaisa]

Thank you. I truly appreciate it. It is ironic but I find that pain brings out things we never knew existed from within us. & it manifests in our writing. At least for me that is the case. Blessings.

[dead letter office]

very nice work, it has a nice flow and visual feel. the loss and regret come through.

"Replaced with the fabrics of yesterday in tatters black."

Perhaps reading aloud and bit more editing will drive to its essence? "mirth misses her lips, once burst with sweet wine's ease spilling out of a bottle."

Hope this helps, if not ignore it.

peace and blessings

[Anaisa]

Thank you :)

[Gee]

Man, that's one blind date to avoid...." a bitter lemon for the lady and a knife to slit my wrists....Thank you "