Tim Riding Poet Sonnet

Living With Lost Love

Living with lost love

	Loneliness now grips my mottled hand
	Whilst true love sits so near, yet far away;
	Words, misunderstood, killed all that was,
	And in my heart I fear that's how it will stay.
	Could love die in so short space of time?
	Those years of warmth extinguished in a trice.
	Togetherness has vanished in the night
	As silence turns a home to solid ice.
	No well meant kiss when night times echo calls,
	Now sparkling eyes are staring straight ahead,
	And like a churchyard all in order stands,
	As graves we lie, apart, just like the dead.
		In darkness now I wait the coming dawn
		And curse the very day that I was born.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Wendy Watson October 23, 2020 at 3:01 PM Tim, I do hope that this is a fictional write. It portrays such a tragic scenario with such vivid images of isolation and despair. Extremely well written. ( I wanted to add 'in so short 'a' space of time for rhythmic flow) Tim Riding October 25, 2020 at 1:45 PM Hi Wendy, regrettably it is not fiction :( just something one lives with. You were right about the addition. It may have been in the original notes but don't know where they are. Thought in 'Black as night' "wind starts to howl" might be better re the flow.....anyway, just purrrfect !