Saturday, 22 April 2017

Blank, Un-filled



you left me
without a choice
even dry leaves
have a voice
I looked back
hoping you would turn
maybe return
a glance
no, not a chance
it was your call
and all I was left with
no, not even dark
but a blank, un-filled


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7 comments:

  1. Sabio Lantz22 April 2017 at 03:59

    Sad. The theme of so many songs.

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  2. Sanaa Rizvi22 April 2017 at 07:17

    Beautifully poignant!

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  3. Magaly Guerrero22 April 2017 at 07:40

    Oh, Anusha... this has planted such a sigh inside my heart. The speakers longing, the loss runs so deep...

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  4. Durga Prasad Dash22 April 2017 at 09:12

    Even dry leaves have a voice - lovely lines. powerful poem.

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  5. Susie Clevenger22 April 2017 at 13:54

    So sad... It is tough to be left empty, voiceless.

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade22 April 2017 at 18:32

    So final! Well expressed.

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  7. Frank Hubeny24 April 2017 at 12:13

    I enjoyed the internal rhyme.

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