Peace finally finds her in old age
She slips slowly into slumber
Her beautiful soul no more
Never to wake again
Eyes forever closed
Lost to the wind
Without her?
Pointless.
Lost.
About the Creator
Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Beautiful words tinged with sadness
Oh does her soul not carry on? Lovely nonet.
This was so poignant! Loved your poem!
Oh this is exquisitely written.
Ah. Sad.
Wistful. I love this poem.
This is beautiful and a very clever way to form a breakup which is a refresshing point of view!
I feel like I’ve just been on a lifetime journey of heartbreak reading your nonets! From childhood to old age! Massive applause on this one and all the others, Sian!!