She sits alone in bed
In a hollow darkness she hides,
Her husband no longer by her side.
She takes another drag
On her poison stick,
Numb to its effects.
Smoke fills the darkened room
Choking life from the air,
But she doesn’t care.
She dreams of her youth
When she was full and vibrant.
Now that girl seems so distant.
Her life seems hollow and uncertain.
She’s a slave to her cruel captives.
She exists but no longer lives.
The love of her youthful days
Lies dormant and numb
Puerile spring has turned to dying autumn.
Author notes
Need a better photo, I think. It's based on an email and conversation with a dear friend. Poem needs work. I've not been happy with my latest pieces including this one. Haven't written in months until recently.
Written March 9th, 2005
In a list
What did you think
Comments
1 - 14 of 14
-
this is so easily related to for some of us in the so-called prime of our lives.we have those moments when we reflect back on what it was like then,but as strong creatures we bounce back and realize we haven't gotten older but better.a great write.
-
wow, mel, I could have written this myself....it is just so familiar. I wish I had a 'dear friend' to let it all out with, though I may be too numb to even say anything. But wow, loved this, and the photo is good because it shows how beauty can be such a disguise- though generally gorgeous women like that in the photo will have lost their beauty by the time they get to such a stage- that's my experience anyway. This women in the phot exudes vibrancy and all that your poem would suggest is gone....
-
I thought this poem was great! Sensitive, thoughtful and well-written!
<3 Maureen
-
Ummmm
I know where this came from now sighs
You penned it most correctly I do dream of my youth, and when I was young and vibrant....I wouldn't call the poem heartbreaking
merely reflecting of better days long since gone & things are uncertain and well that's due to the death of my mom and I am wondering HOW WHAT WHEN and What If's
You know me too well my friend, and your poetry is always wonderful...Not to pleased my eye
As someone said above its brillant
Hugs n love
Susan~~~~
-
good
-
Very good and honest poem. It's hell losing someone you once held so dear. Sadness doesn't last a lifetime, only a season. Great rythm and flow. Personally, well I don't think I've read anything by you before but, I don't see any slipping in writing here, this piece is great as I said. Be Well and Be Blessed.
-
writer's block is an evil plague, but we must break through it, frequently we have to write some really bad poems before we can break free of the evilness of the block. this was not a bad poem, a good dent is now in ur block, keep chipping away, i'm sure u'll get through and write something really great!
-
'She exists but no longer lives', such a brilliant line. I really loved this poem, there's so much truth in it which just enhances the sadness of this piece. Twisted~x~x~x~
-
Hi, this is so true for some women, it's a good poem, take a look if you have a minute at like a demented cat,might give your friend a giggle,I liked this just a bit sad,all the best,
-
beautiful. i get what you mean about a bit more work. it has amazing potential and its nearly there. keep at it
love kiss xxx -
well...considering you're saying you're not so good as usual, this was brilliant! well expressed, and wistful for what was...not optimistic about what could be. nice write- well done
-
It was a very good write, I loved the bit "She exists but no longer lives." Writers block? It will pass im sure. Keep trying you obviously have a talent xxx
-
Nice truthful and enlightening poem. I think people need to realize that there is happiness at every age. Not always the kind we thought there would be, but there just the same. Nicely written.
~~~POO~~~ -
E xcellent
Well expressed poem .We cannot change yesterday but we can tomorrow. Nice flow of words in honest meanings...Thank you for sharing.
Adding your comment:
1 - 14 of 14
5 old applause
