Deb Radke Poet Free verse

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.

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James Fraser December 17, 2010 at 4:14 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 :)

Carolyn Devonshire December 9, 2010 at 10:30 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

Skat A December 9, 2010 at 10:02 PM Deep and sad~ have a nice one*SKAT