The fireplace of haunted ashes,
so at odds with the warm teal walls.
The picture above the mirror,
cursed with silent immobility.
The clock ticks, and ticks, and ticks.
Yet will never chime away
The candles that flicker in the shadowed night,
they mesmerize and and they hypnotize.
The wilted roses in the wooden and metal corner,
they hold the song of the day of romance,
Now we tut as their blood drops fall.
The photographs of the beloved and the lost.
The shelves of useless trinkets.
The windows that look out to nothingness,
All surround the haunted ashes.
YOU ARE READING
The Lament of Life- A Collection of Original Poems
PoetryThese will all be poems that I have personally written, either for fun or for Uni, I hope to upload often (for real this time) as it is a crucial part of my Uni module. I hope you enjoy these poems.
