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Waiting For the Wrecking Ball

WAITING FOR THE WRECKING BALL Windows blank, Doors ajar; Empty now, Waiting -- Too many mornings Filled with hope; Renewed in a quest For fulfillment. Too many nights Drained of promise; Pulled in tight For protection. Every empty room Holding memories Of faded declarations Of love and devotion. Windows blank, Doors ajar; Empty now -- Tracks of suitcases Filled with old dreams, Filled with new tears, Dragged across floors, Pushed against doors, Telling the story of vacated love. Every empty room Waiting without hope, Knowing it’s over; Waiting with resignation For the wrecking ball That comes with the final decree.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/17/2010 4:14:00 AM
Such a sad sight to witness, watching people vacate a house, flat and saying goodbye to all those memories. So heartfelt to read Deb. Your poem reminded me when I was young. Our neighbour burnt his and our house down. I can still picture them knocking our house down from the primary school walls whilst I was in school >> James :)
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Date: 12/9/2010 10:30:00 PM
"...the story of vacated love" is a sad and moving thought, Deb. Your entry will surely do well in the empty apartment contest because you're speaking from your heart. That's when poets write their best work and this is so touching. Good luck, my friend. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 12/9/2010 10:02:00 PM
Deep and sad~ have a nice one*SKAT
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