The shadows whisper
names of the dead
as silence screams -
I've lost him....
I've lost you, again.
Hungry demons devour
ice cold tears,
feasting their eyes
on my fragile heart,
burning lost dreams
as dry as leaves.
Wherever I go, I know,
I'm lost once more
without stars
echoing in your smile.
Dull is the glimmer
of hope, dying
upon cold, worn paths
of unsure love.
23/07/08
Your expression of unsure love is a masterpiece...a perfect display of the scary joyless pain it represents...nice!
I am become Kev's echo it seems, following him one pace behind around your postings! (Age first, Kev!) , but the lad is right: evocative, powerful and human indeed. I agree with Kevin too that quiet melancholy often produces far richer seams of writing and song than pure elation.... not that I have anything against joy and elation either! ! ! Tony
Beautiful words; sadness in the spaces in-between. Paris prefers the sunny Viola, but...sometimes... it rains. Press on, Vi... You'll be just fine. Kev.
Hungry demons devour ice cold tears, i love these lines...your painful feels are the devouring demons...no amount of ice cold tears or hot burnt dreams can satiate their thirst and hunger...short but superb sad song...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the ending. Not too sure I like the demons eating people's tears though~