Listening To The Stones Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
Listening To The Stones
Alone in my apartment, listening to the Stones
I wondered what went wrong
I tried to write you a verse that would made you stay
But I couldn't find the words
You left the apartment early this morning
For you needed to catch a flight
I woke up too late to make yr coffee and eggs
Guessing that you wanted to break free
You went like a thief in the night
Stealing my prized possesion
I rose from my bed and cried in the shower
No one could hear the sobbing through the water
Now, it's the afternoon, as I am still listening to the Stones
Mourning the loss of my everything
The heartache of a breakup is well portrayed in these skillfully written lines.5 stars.
It's no Stone who wrote this! We feel your pain and the open abyss.
So heartfelt LeeAnn. I hope it wasn't Paint it Black. I like the Stones too.
Wow! Listening to the stone.. creative expression with wonderful ending...Bravo!
Stones can also speak, laugh, smile and sing. Only a poet can see/observe/discern a stone having life. Loved the personification. Top score.
Inadvertent mistake: only a poet can see it through his poetic acumen.
So touching and beautiful--The first line itself expresses the depth of your pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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LeeAnn, what a sad poem! Everyone can feel the pain. I give it five stars. You did a great job with this one.!