The number of our days
The black abyss of dreams
The emptiness reluctantly I crave
The absence of a flame
The sacrifice of love
The solitude of losing it again
The soft mortality
The ticking of the hands
The suffering that never will be seen
The place you used to be
The disarray of life
The questions we will never understand
Is suffocating me
The accident of hope
The disappointments woven in our eyes
The wreckage of belief
The vacuum in my soul
The sovereignty that could not be denied
I am left speechless!
Then how did you say that? 🙂 thank you!
Stop it! You are making the rest of us look bad! (Jokes aside, wonderfully written, this one as well. Always a pleasure visiting your blog V!)
I know I’m unattractive but I didn’t think you could tell on an anonymous blog 😉
Beautifully written as always VW 🙂
Thank you, Jadedheart 🙂
How wonderfully the artwork and the poem mirror each other. Here you have expressed lost love in such a way that implies the bereft one is beginning to find some peace, as proven in the last line that pronounces recognition of the right of self-choice on the part of the departed one. Wonderfully reassuring, somehow, in spite of the sadness. The rhythm of the very short lines worked very well to develop a sense of inner stillness and acceptance here.
I’m surprised you see a stillness and acceptance, but now that you said so I can see it as well. I am always blessed by your insight!
Wow, this was awesome wonderfully written VW!
Thank you very much Lydia!
I crave nothing
I crave solidity
I desire emptiness
And its hollow caress
After love hurts me, I always crave a vacuum for escape.
Beautifully said, Andrea
Love this VW…
The accident of hope
Ugh, this touched me as I have felt this.
Thank you, bipolarmuse! I’m glad you felt it
The pain is felt in a profound way VW! You’re just too good at what you do. Hope you are well 🙂
Thank you, Bluegem!
Strong imagery once again, VW… as all your poems do, this one really made me FEEL. Your way with words is masterful!
Betty, you are so good to me 🙂
It was nice to find something positive to conclude the litany and trump everything that preceded it. At the end of the darkness, the light. Well planned and executed, I think.
I an grateful you think so. It is reassuring to have the approval of a talent like you 🙂
I wonderful piece of poetry my fine and wicked friend 🙂
Very kind of you to say, androgoth!
VW…. ” The Vacuum in my soul”.. left me in awe… thats how I feel somedays, as I see the pain so many suffer around our world.. Keep writing your beautiful words xx Hugs ~Sue
You are very encouraging, sue 🙂