Poets logo

The Homecoming

A Gothic Love Poem

By Eric B. RuarkPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Like
Mpdel: Naomi Tamez

Death has made himself a home

In the marvelous shrine

That was once your beauty.

I long to wake you from

Your hideously serene sleep.

This melancholy long night

That separates us wanes

In the mortal melody

I must endure.

The world sours, for life

Without you is not life,

But a living death.

Moldering like a ruin,

I walk among the ghosts

Of my memories, shadows

Of dreams unrealized.

A destiny incomplete, wrapped

In a solemn silence.

There is no magic to my solitude.

I must silently wait for the end,

Yielding to some unseen power

To take me home to you.

sad poetry
Like

About the Creator

Eric B. Ruark

I am an award-winning storyteller and photographer who has published several mystery stories with Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine. My sci-fi mystery novels are on Amazon and are available in both e-book and paperback formats.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.