{A/N: Please give me any feedback and/or criticism. Anything is gladly appreciated. This is also a longer poem, just FYI.}
We knew the day would come soon,
but a long lasting silence
doesn’t create miracles,
I let go of the precious moments,
substituted them for my own satisfaction,
ignored the warnings
that were apparent, blinking lights
playing in my head, and it’s only
a few hours gone, right?
Presence fading slowly,
like fog dissipating into the air
that I’m fortunate to breathe
until finally everything is quiet,
the trees, the leaves, my footsteps on
the broken street.
A silence that grasps his soul,
his only soul, tearing his life apart
washing his feet into every grain of sand.
I don’t notice, don’t notice the cracks
becoming bigger as my steps thunder slowly
on the pavement
and as I place my shivering hand on the
polished knob of my front door,
Darkness is waiting for me. Light filters through
the glass in the windows,
but stops short of the blinds that block its path,
and only for a moment,
as I call out his name,
not once, not twice,
a solid four times,
half of my favorite number,
but still my aching heart hears no answer.
At first, I never noticed,
or maybe just ignored it,
but the ominous silence completely
consuming every object, the furniture and the walls,
the lights and fans hanging still on the ceiling,
but even so, I do not notice.
Calling once more, I already had assumed
no answer, so I toss off my shoes
wherever I see fit,
heading down into the hallway where the darkness lingers
except for the spotlight that lies on his bedroom door
the door that is wide open, pulling me in,
as I slowly feel myself being dragged to
the location,
and only in seconds do I find myself
standing in that very door, watching the darkness,
even in the blazing lights
and as I turn the corner, I finally realize
The darkness that had been calling me.
Wanting me to come closer.
Wanting to see my heart sever in front of
its very eyes.
The realization of all the time I had lost
has now come to an abrupt end,
Just as his life was taken from me.
I never knew, that’s what I said
but I had known all along
that a long lasting silence
never creates miracles
It only makes the darkness grow stronger.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
