I call, but you do not listen.
I reach, but you vanish.
Like waves that break upon the shore,
I crash, however you return no more.
The discuss is thick with words implied,
your nonappearance waits in my head.
I ask the stars to drag you close,
but indeed they refuse to listen.
On the off chance that adore can pass on, at that point let me blur,
for life implies nothing since you strayed.
I am a shadow, cold and lean,
fair holding up for you to breathe me in.
About the Creator
Hillary
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Affection and Healing for Yourself
During the night of the last quarter moon, I gathered my ritual supplies. I carefully handled the chunk of black tourmaline that would protect me from your overall negative and narcissistic energy. I carefully walked the house with my stick of selenite in hand, asking the universe to cleanse our working space.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️4 days ago in Fiction
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The absence of a loved one and the sense of emptiness it leaves are beautifully and heartfeltly captured in your poem. Human vulnerability is appreciated as it takes us on a journey with beautiful images.💚
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