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Long Goodbyes

by Sam Harty

By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

It's raining from my wrist

puddles pool onto the floor

I think back on my life

what it used to be before

it all just got to me

long goodbyes past midnight.

The ink I bleed,

the tears I shed,

all for my art and thee.

-=-

The silence became loud enough

to disturb me to my core

the words stopped flowing

wasted rivers of stanzas

mind lost and unknowing,

robbing me of what I choose.

Take it all away from me

Tankas, Haibuns, Sonnets

and Prose.

-=-

Making me mute

the long sandy beaches,

the oceans of possibilities,

my creativity now a sea of dust.

When everyone leaves including

your own voice, tell me who do

you then trust?

-=-

As the pool widens upon the floor

I bid time return to me

to the days when my pen

was a beloved friend and

happiness made my spirit soar.

Drip, drip, drip

Life flows away from me

Thoreau, Dickenson, Plath

will sing to me no more

as I go quietly to that

ash filled shore.

____________________

Thanks for reading! - Sam

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About the Creator

ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY

Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me

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