Lost Poem by Viola Grey

Lost

Rating: 5.0


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Man on the Moon 24 July 2008

I like the ending. Not too sure I like the demons eating people's tears though~

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Existential Despair 07 August 2008

Your expression of unsure love is a masterpiece...a perfect display of the scary joyless pain it represents...nice!

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Tony Jolley 04 August 2008

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

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Kevin Wells 25 July 2008

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.

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Kesav Easwaran 24 July 2008

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

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Kris Smith 24 July 2008

From joy to sadness I like the sunny Viola better Paris 10

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