Treasure Island

JENIE FRANKSAY

(07 august 1996 / samastipur)

Departure


your heart and you,
made of stone.
went away
leaving me alone.

not even said 'goodbye',
not even once.
you wanted to go away
far from my glance.

there is a void,
there is my voice,
which asks you,
'why you made this choice? '

your train has arrived,
and will depart soon,
i will be left behind
tearful and loon...

Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Monday, June 24, 2013

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  • Shania K. Younce (10/5/2013 4:19:00 PM)

    I thought the poem to be well put. I like your style. I wish I knew better formations of poetry my-self. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Survi Sharma (6/24/2013 4:41:00 AM)

    so sad and nostalgic write
    you are damn talented
    having a bright future here
    gud luck (Report) Reply

  • Vizard Dhawan (6/24/2013 2:21:00 AM)

    nicely done
    i like one thing in your poem
    the endings...
    they are simply awesome, amusing, suprising, nostalgic, and sometimes terryfying, ! !
    keep penning sister... (Report) Reply

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