Broken.

Freedom lies behind

a mask of falling

leaves:

 

it beckons, calling me

on yet pain will follow,

chase about my heels.

 

Lost to me now,

the gold

that once arose

to praise each dawn.

 

Time grows old

beyond my eyes, as

silence seeps about

the walls.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Harvey my adored Golden Cocker Spaniel whom I lost three weeks ago, he was my main companion and my world fell apart when I had to say goodbye for the last time. I had no heart to write untill a few days ago when this came to me.

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"Lost to me now,/the

"Lost to me now,/the gold/that once arose/to praise each dawn." I lost my daughter (my only offspring) March 2017 - this lineis how I feel. Thank you for putting the hurt in words - Stella

 


 

 

sweetwater's picture

Thank thank you Stella, I did

Thank you Stella, I did think of you when I wrote this and thought how hard it must be to lose a daughter especially an only daughter, I cannot begin to imagine your heartbreak. 

It means a great deal to me to read your kind words about this poem. Thank you once again Sue. Xx

Cascade's picture

"Freedom falls behind a mask

"Freedom falls behind a mask of falling leaves"...love that expression. Lovely poetry

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Thank you, I'm pleased you

Thank you, I'm pleased you liked it. Sue.