When you lose your parents, you realize you are in a new world with a whole different slant on your identity. It's the emotions that are perfect for poetry. This is a poem about how empty a grave and the markings and the monuments are when you know you'll never see them again and you are as empty somedays as the grave is.
New Path
Barren and cold, it’s not without its own beauty
lying in an open field where dreams once were.
A simple marker, evidence of a complete lifetime
of experiences none of which will ever be known
except to those who look at it now with the pain
that it represents.
I bring flowers from time to time
only for them to die as well
but still the living pay homage
to the name and the space
as if this is really the place
where love lies in wait.
Empty house, empty heart
all that I knew is gone away
I must buy a new pair of shoes
it seems I’ll be walking another path.
2007-10-16
11:58:20
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autumlovr
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➔ Poetry
Please, I invite you Cas, critique it honestly please. I was told here on YA to supply background for my poems and I did that. But everyone has a different slant. I invite your honest critique. It simply flowed, I did NOT work hard on it. It is simple expression.
2007-10-16
12:42:46 ·
update #1