It's never the memories,
It's that hoarde of feelings
Leaves me empty of tears now,
Until my eyes are like stones,
And my heart a fist pulped in its beating,
And all my hard-headed sense
Nothing but sharp, broken pieces.
So understand, my love,
The thought of you means nothing -
The passion is mine. Alone.
(24th January 2009 - London)
i really like this poem. i can really relate to it, which makes me a bit sad, but happy as well. i especially like the ending.
A nice poem indeed. To me its like one sided love song. The poem could be understood better in the light of Freudian psychology. Best Wishes Naseer
An excellent write J.P.....and yes one sided but very revealing....thank you...Fi
A well play of words depicting the effects of the much overlooked role emotions bond our hearts with
somehow lovely, and a little selfish.. hey wait, but isn't it how love works? good write..
It's never the memories, It's that hoarde of feelings Leaves me empty of tears now, Until my eyes are like stones, Simply Love the lines... Good one..
Great poem, very well written and I like the abrupt ending, 'Alone'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good structure, that touch of sadness yet finish and why. Nice read