No More Bread

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No More Bread

Silence rebounds off these pale walls.

Walls once papered

in the colours of love and hope,

now stripped completely bare.

The furniture has all gone too

as I sit alone

in this sad room and listen

to the pounding, quiet echo

of my shattered heart,

as it resonates off polished wood

and cold stone floors.

It tears at my inner peace

in a savage stabbing of my breast

that splits me open

and allows hope to expire,

like the mirage you painted me.

My ears hear every whisper

of the lone fly’s wings

as it circles the naked bulb

above my thoughts,

and my empty eyes

just wonder why.

You took everything when you left,

when you made your choice

and stepped onto that flight to Athens.

Did you think I’d rejoice?

Did you think I’d understand?

Did you even think at all?

And now there is to be no more bread

my soul is empty.

 

05/08/13

Author's Note

Reviews

[Archangel Gabriel]

Again this is too close to home for me.