Listless waves lapping at my feet. Even the
Ocean is feeling this loss.
Slipping on emotions, repressed for too long,
Tears will never be found in the puddle guarding past sadnesses.
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An acrostic written for peckapalooza’s Sunday Scribblings. Take a look at his blog https://confusingmiddle.com/
This one is exclusive on this blog. Nowhere else you can find it. Feeling spoilt? Well… You should. You are something special and you matter. And I am in a manic mindset. Yay me…
Sore
Thoughts.
Invisible
Lines.
Lovesick.
Inner light
Never bright.
Little known truths
Of love. Loss.
Vulnerable. Almost unbearable.
Empty heart. Heartbroken.
Words lick my skin
Inside. Craving the sin.
These truths became fantasies
Heaven weeps. Lost minds?
Yielding strength. We gave up.
Old wounds become new scars.
Untouchable thoughts. Forever hidden memories.
(Dedicated to my best friend who passed away two years ago. He shared the Thin Lizzy song “still in love with you” with me one night. (Sharing music was our thing.) I listened to that song earlier and that’s what inspired this poem.)
