Empty Chairs I am all alone
No one left to care if I live or die
Empty Chairs I am all alone
All alone, no one left who cares,
Just me, my thoughts, and empty chairs.
Shadows stretch where voices fade,
Echoes haunt the space they made.
Memories flicker, dim and cold,
Stories left that won’t be told.
Silence lingers, thick as stone,
Filling rooms I walk alone.
Children married, all homes of their own,
Laughter once shared now over the phone.
Husband died last year, my grief is so deep,
Nights drag on; I barely sleep.
Friends all gone, names etched on stone,
Only me, left here alone.
No hands to hold, no words to hear,
No one left to wipe my salty tears.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
Profound!
Beautiful! Life in a nutshell! "Just me, my thoughts, and empty chairs."
At times I feel like this, but I just remember the good times that were shared. I may be alone, but I know it was not me that caused an issue for I was told that I was undermined all those years ago and now I feel that they may feel guilty how they treat me and just don't want to admit. Your poem reminded me an article I wrote about my issue.
Ummm that is deep when u feel like u are alone don't be discouraged people will still come and be their for u just continue what u have being add more strength and growing
Great I love this sending love ❤️❤️❤️❤️