No more
Waiting patiently,
Eyes closed,
Tears hidden behind bruised lids.
Crashing noise,
Eyes fly open,
Rivers flow from dark caves.
Light shines,
Eyes twitch,
Falling to the floor.
Silence creeps,
Eyes locked,
Hidden by a cold veil.
No pain.
No tears.
No more.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| You must | 0 | 03/01/2010 |
| You and my heart | 1 | 09/12/2009 |
| Escape | 3 | 06/03/2009 |
| Invisible | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| No more | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| Torn Love | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| My master, the shoe. | 1 | 05/31/2009 |
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