Gone

I really like the way my words flowed into this piece, and it earnestly hold a lot of personal meaning to me. Can you guess the situation I was in that inspired me to write this? :)

Gone

with the falling of a tear,

the echo of a slamming door,

the silent shattering of a heart,

 

you walk away

from my life

from your promises

from the hope of what we would become.

 

I watch you fall

into broken dreams

into your selfish needs

into the hell you’ve created.

 

You separate

from who you once were

from the reality you’ve destroyed

from the pain that you’ve caused.

 

Talk

to yourself, since no one wants to listen

to the shadow of only person that used to care

to the walls, just to tell your story.

 

Wonder

if things could ever be the same

if you have the willpower to change

if you could give up the fantasy you’ve been living in.

 

Give in

to the truth, staring you down.

to the people who have always cared, who needed you

to the reasons for what you’ve done.

 

Fix

the broken hearts, mend your promises

your ideas of reality

the monster inside, bury it deep, you have control.

Reviews

[Ben Carey]

This a lovely poem. The opening stanza, although it reads a little weird, I found especially visual and compelling. I also love how you repeatedly use headwords at the beginning of each stanza, it gives the piece a rhythm and also a nice order. Good work =]