It's that moment when there is nothing left.
It's the day when they all forget.
It's the hour a heart stops beating.
It's that second of deep regret.
It's that bond that reaches so deeply.
It's the tie that will not break.
It's the soul that's holding on.
It's the memory you can't shake.
It's that loss of innocence.
It's the hidden truth amongst the lies.
It's the whisper of the silent.
It's that mystery behind the eyes.
It's that love long forgotten.
It's the recollection of the old.
It's the hand that's always reaching.
It's that truth that's never told.
I like what you've expressed in the poem. The repetition of (It's) put me off a little, but thanks for the read, Jessica.
The rumours of life are very common in every society. Nice work.
Rumor well defined. Rumor mongering is part of life since old age since it gives topics for talking and holding meaningful as well as meaningless discussions. enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
I like your poem because I understood it very well. Good job!
Good to know that a poem sent to PH six years ago has been chosen as the Member contribution of the day. This is the rumour I like, it gives me hope! This poem is rather conventional in form and prosody for my search of the modern in contemporary writing. But I applaud it too.
Well written, although I would echo what K.C. Ford said. Congratulations on having it chosen as member poem of the day!
Superb poem, It's that love long forgotten. It's the recollection of the old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece...succinct in its expressions.