Empty

There are no colours,
Time weights my lids.
And soon I see nothing more than time.

If you do not hold me,
I will be cold.
If you are not near,
How will I tell you all these things that I think?

There are no thoughts,
Dreams fill my brain.
Soon I, incapable of reason, will be permanently lost.

If you are not there,
I will be cold.
If you do not want me,
What use, all these things that I think.

love's tempestunrequited love

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 23rd Apr 2021 15:22

Thank you Stephen for commenting 🌷

It is a thought of mine (though I may have heard similar elsewhere) that you have to go through a storm to find out what survives a storm.
And one of the answers, I now realise, is poetry.

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 22nd Apr 2021 17:50

Yes. A beautiful poem.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 22nd Apr 2021 15:18

Thank you Keith for commenting. 🌷

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

This was the last of the unrequited love poems.
I'm posting another friendship / self-esteem poem tomorrow.
After that... there's a new sub-theme coming!

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keith jeffries

Thu 22nd Apr 2021 08:51

A cry from the heart. A poem of anguish. Well composed.
Thank you for this
Keith

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