heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Last Resident
This story took place in the spring of 2018, when my friend and I were 21 years old. We had met in high school and bonded over our shared love of outdoor adventure. There's an old railroad-turned-gravel trail that winds through the heavy forests and valleys near our midwestern town for over 10 miles.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
The Rushing Tide
In shadows deep, where whispers hide, I stand, Alone, the rushing tide beneath the moon. Beneath its mournful gaze, a silent witness To my final days, once his love, now cold. His hands, once gentle, now they bind me tight, In his embrace, no solace do I find. With every wave that crashes near, I fear My silent screams go unheard, lost to him. In depths of dark embrace, my flame does fade, Without a trace, my life ebbs away. The rushing tide, it calls to me, a refuge, Wild and free, to end this bitter tale. So let the waves wash over me, I plead, As I surrender to the sea's embrace. No more pain, no more sorrow, let it end, I fade away, within the rushing tide.
By Lisa Frederick2 years ago in Poets
