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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Remain Hours



Enveloped with emptiness
The soul craved and heaved,
Tears never touched the cheek bone,
But the heart wailed louder than before.
Was it the sound of the Death knell,
Or the faint sound of departing footfall,
Broken, shattered,
Bereft and battered,
The pulsating heart
Haunted the walls
Of the rib cage
Through the remaining hours
Of this life.

This poem participates in Jingle poetry
Poetry Potluck Week
Jingle Poetry


7 comments:

Jingle said...

fabulous.

enjoyed it.
Happy Potluck!
your poetry rocks.

mindlovemisery said...

Gorgeous and tormented!

Bluebell Books said...

invite you to take our week 5 writing challenge,
anything comes to mind would be awesome to share,
smiles.
hope to see your in.
Happy Saturday.

sowmya said...

splendid feel...
good to read ur poems..

keep writing & smiling always :)

sowmya said...

splendid feel...
good to read ur poems..

keep writing & smiling always :)

sowmya said...

splendid feel...
good to read ur poems..

keep writing & smiling always :)

sowmya said...

splendid feel...
good to read ur poems..

keep writing & smiling always :)