The World Without Them
Cold silent empty ?
The World Without Them
I learned to leave,
what never stayed,
what never knew
my real heart.
I held the truth,
longer than needed,
hoping for shape,
in empty hands.
Then silence came,
cold and clean,
telling me more
than they ever did.
The rose fell dry,
colour fading slow,
showing the end
I never wanted.
So I walked on,
one quiet step,
finding myself
in the quiet.
And now I know,
my spirit lifts,
when I close doors
that led nowhere.
About the Creator
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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This poem is about learning lesson that is hard to learn and even remember. Good job.
often this is feeling we get when depressed-nice raw emotion