Now That There Are No More Words To Hurl

Now that there are no more words to hurl,
And silence stalks the corridors of my world...
I think of all the things I could have said,
Instead of all the things I did to hurt you.
So now that all that angry fire has left,
And raindrops on the window only mirror tears I've shed,
I sit and watch blurred raindrops fall,
And where you sat, no-one sits instead.

Now that there are no more cards to play
And birds, not whispers wake me to the day...
I think of all the times I wished for peace,
Now that I wish this peace would fade away.
And now that there is only me to please,
The pleasure's neither better nor so easy,
And though I thought you stood between it all,
There is no peace or pleasure now you've freed me.

early poemimaginary relationshipslove's tempest

◄ No Stranger Love

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Wed 31st Mar 2021 20:32

Thank you Philipos and Leon for your comments, I am so flattered.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem 💐

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Leon Kamm

Wed 31st Mar 2021 17:34

Poems directed at a lover are not normally my thing as they tend to be a bit mushy, but this one Aviva is a cut above.

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Wed 31st Mar 2021 10:57

A lovely moving write. P

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