Seven Days

Lost as a child
searching for your smile,
wandering for words inside;
my head, but couldn’t hold my thoughts.

Every pluck on strings, every strum I make;
on my guitar, fingers stucked on just one chord,
teardrops fell down on my fret
My ears can hear no music.

Grabbed my pen and paper scratch
wondering if poem could stop;
the loneliness I feel without your presence,
But still your lips can calm my senses .

It’s almost time to say goodbye
and here I am alone thinking;
asking, if I could bear the pain,
will I be able to see you again?

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

That's really good. The sadness, it really reveals the truth in how hard it is to do even simple things after something like the loss of a loved one, or maybe how thing you used to do with them just doesn't feel the same. I especially like the last verse.

[PoetryPanda]

Thank you.