The Scent Of His Depart' Poem by Sumira Sarai

The Scent Of His Depart'



Let my deepness set in...
As I free write in heat....
I drown in my tears....
When a break down gets to me...

Times are hard in this recession, Also'
I must cope with this thought....
The scent of his depart...
Came swift & fast,
Life’s thunder....
Is storming with mass'

Let go of My Love
He, I have long been let go
I see you above him
For your potential just glows

The scent of his depart...
Lingers…..
As I lay alone in the dark....

One thing after another….
How can this be? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Sooo much potential….
Is now out of my reach'
I guess I found you to late?
Or you flew away to soon,
If you were here, O’er
I would heal your deep wounds'

Don’t worri about my past,
For im looking for you,
Lost is my heart<3
Its set drift to sea....
From my past heartache,
I crumbled indeed'

I walk in the miles....
Of the barren lands that I kno....
I kno to much....
My mind has set a roam....

Please tell me
The tides of your real
Can heal my heart<3
From the oceans of wrath rage'
Broken with no,
Sign to be healed, Well at least not today'

The scent of his depart
A sign of his return? ? ?
When will that be? ? ?
I yearn to kno much more……

But no answers indeed'

The rapids of incarceration'
Are racing sooo fast,
The scent of his depart...
I now yearn for his hands....

I been thru this once
I said never again

The scent of his depart
Made me eat my words
Yet again

For his potential...
Shines its way in...
I refuse to cry...
For that would be to soon...

The reflection of my death
Makes me cry not
I am sooo strong
And in touch are my thoughts

As his depart sets in….
I reflect on My Love
No longer I yearn him
For I’ve been had enough

As the scent of your return lingers,
Don’t cast judgment on this...
I guess im trying? ? ?
To forget that part of my life? ? ?

Im alreadi over it
I been there, And back
No longer I yearn
For he to love I

Now in my sight
Is looking into your eyes
I see potential………
What can I say? ? ?

The scent of his return….
I pray for this day,

The scent of his depart,
And my minds in dismay,

Under the moon,
I yearn for....
His return to be soon....
But I’ll keep my head up…..
As you said bay<3
The scent of your return.....
I yearn for today…..

The Scent Of His Depart©
By: Sumira Sarai

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