With the passing of the years
Does it disappear
The hunger I feel
I’m tired of this burning
Searing pangs of empty
Tired of waiting for nothing to come true
Wasting time waiting for nothing from you
With the passing of time does it heal
The wound in my heart
From when you accidentally touched
And burned me in the dark
One night, one sweet sweet night
A long long time ago
this is hot and arousing...how could you bring out this much sensation in the end in an otherwise harmless looking write? ...lovely and clever...10
a beautiful thoughts and desire still burning...and never forgotten....
The paradoxical title is wonderful andthe poem is littered with pain, remorse and heartfelt regret - exactly the sort of love poem I can readily relate to! S :)
stimulating and sensational..... nice title as well. you captured the pain and longing perfectly well here.......... keep wrting and sharing Sonya
very nice...that no mans land...falling in and out, empty and full...history so hot it's memory smolders beneath the ashes of today, keeping the promise of heat alive. Many long term relationships know this song. well written - thank you
hey sis, i shared this on tweeter and facebook. you're so talented! kisses! L ;)
I like this one, I think the rhyme works better than some of your rhymed poems, and I have read it several times and can't quite figure out why. Usually when rhyme are put on the ends of irregular length lines and the pattern of rhyming is an irregular pattern, or non-pattern, I don't care for it. But this one simply works for me. I thought the pain was love-sickness and for this the healing is just time, I guess. Nothing at all like the pain in the other poem, in my opinion.
A strong poem; but a bit too many 'of's' for my liking. You show the loss and the innocence but you don't offer the reader the revelation that one can actually heal themselves. I like your other poem on the same subject better because it does offer the concept of moving beyond what was done through a healing process. This is a very difficult kind of poem to write. a poet friend RH Peat
Starting with a poignant oxymoron, you relate more in what you don't say than some have said in volumes. Impressive, succinct - leaves the same feeling as if you had revealed all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no sonya, emptiness does not Disappear even after the best of efforts (i too have experienced it...) .... it seems to be the silent beckoning by the Almighty to tread towards Him...try it dear, to see it for yourself....