A story in verse.


Gothic


An empty house
Sits by the road
It used to contain my dreams
Now they've fled
Like horses from a fire
The windows have been left open
The front door ajar
I can hear the wind through the pines
From here
Once love lived there
But no longer
If feelings were colors
Mine would be grey and black
And jealousy the darkest green
The house sits empty
Emptied by grief and strife
Betrayal and lies
I can smell the sea
From here
I will go down to the sea
And pass this way no more.



September 3, 2007
© Anne Westlund 2007




Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-09-27 at 08:40

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
the story struck me more like a collapsed marriage... maybe because of the lines 10-17's... a haunting scene the descriptions present... i enjoyed the way it's written and the imagery... made me drift along the thoughts and feelings of pain and regret... and the need to move on... a good poem, thanks :f xx
2007-09-28


Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
I got tongue-tied in this poem. Feeling cloud nine! I don't want to stop reading this. Sad to note though. I have save this for a bookmark. Thanks a lot.
2007-09-27