Joe Holley

He's Still Alone - Poem by Joe Holley

They who dream of true love's wonder, moment's pure in starlight asunder, aluminising the eyes of the shadows caught gazing, what beauty that shines, amazing.
Moments they share, hearts they lay bare. They stare, they kiss, they smile with love's bliss. The mist that fog, the tears that clog, he wakes in bed with a spot it forgets.
Too laying she's breaking, in her head to a cruel noise true of that she's screaming yet silence killing.

Beds cold like winters despair, white branches of life dead under snow's suffocating frozen snare. Just a touch to kill the pain, to steal away his tears that gain, insane it feels that's she's away yet when he yells her cry is near.

Her cry dies, the window shuts, approach her quick he says to bloody bricks. Butterfly‘s soaring he flees till morning, reassuring that of her words yet only to haunt his painful mourning as time thus ticking, ticking be fading as he reaches her cold features. Fingers clinging, eyes stinging, even her silent voice, thus deafening, no more singing…

Collapsing while the soul ascends, eyes bleeding, it's forever the end.
The pain was just too much, her heart apart, broken shards of glass as such…
He's still alone.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 25, 2012

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