[[ Love Entombed ]] Poem by Thad Wilk
[[ Love Entombed ]]
I call this mansion, not a home. For without
your love 'tis but a tomb.
I choke with every breath I take, as loneliness
engulfs each room.
~
Here the memory of our love now (rests in peace)
within these walls, now bare.
Reminding me of you an I and our love that we
no longer share.
~
Here within this tomb, where once our love filled
every room. I wander aimlessly down the halls
past, now barren walls. The only sound I hear; is
the echo of my lonely heart, that still wishes you
were near.
~
I call this mansion, not a home. Without your love 'tis
but a tomb to me. Within this mortuary, 'tis where
I shalt dwell, in my living hell. All alone entombed
embracing only gloom, as I bid fair well - to thee...
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~TJW~
Been there, done that and you will smile again :) This is a poignant tale of love and life just as it is, imperfect. Thank you for sharing, a definite 10+.
This is weird, I just watched a late night horror flick 'The Reeker' about an unseen killer that reeks of death...'I choke with every breath'.....Good write from you....10.
made me feel really sad and lonely after reading. Really good images :)
Pain of a lonely heart echoing out of its grief stricken walls...good write, Thad melancholically romantic...10
A great write Thad! A lonely house of empty but silent walls of torment to memorie's past. An easy tenner, if it were allowed? God bless us all-MJG.
A very sad but a truly wonderful poem Thad, the work of a master poet. Best wishes, Andrew
This is one many of us can relate to, one day this feeling will pass, a poignant write, 10 Lynda xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thad, It's very sad poem... especially when, only by memoirs is filled our' rooms of happiness'..10.......... Best wishes, Tsira