Aftermath

I see you in my dreams,

I never say a word.

I hear you even when

the world is full of silence.

 

I feel as though you can always see me,

whether through your mind,

or your broken heart.

How do those eyes see me?

 

If sadness itself could talk

with it's own trained voice,

what would yours say about me?

Would it comfort you at night

by damning everything I am?

Justifying every minute you spend

looking away from me, looking the other way...

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Turning your back is a difficult endeavor...yet this verse --- calls a measure in a much more defining moment...gets at the heart of it all...makes you really dig deep:

If sadness itself could talk
with it's own trained voice,
what would yours say about me?
Would it comfort you at night
by damning everything I am?
Justifying every minute you spend
looking away from me, looking the other way...

much depth there..WP...you could read it a thousand times...and still kills the defeat...

[Wynter Page]

Thank you so much, this is a very personal poem for me because I wrote earlier this year about my boyfriend that I just broken up with. We go to the same college, and it isn't a big college so I kept seeing him all the time (especially since his dad was my Latin teacher), and it just kept bringing up the pain over and over again. We've just become strangers, and it sucks even more because he was the first guy I ever fell in love with.
Ah, sorry for rambling. Thanks again :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

No problem...venting is a good thing...lets it all out and relieves the stress and helps to move on...you're welcome...

[Swaroop Manikandan]

ah! Wynter! that just opens too many windows as it closes the only door... lovely write...

[Wynter Page]

Thank you dear friend :)