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Rianca Els Poem
In the midst of silence, echoes whisper loud
Longing for your voice, a symphony profound
Fragrant memories linger, haunting my space
Your scent, like a flower, still brings solace and grace
Oh, how your warmth embraced me, a tender flame
Now distant, your absence leaves an empty frame
I yearn for the touch that once set my heart ablaze
Lost in the wilderness, longing for your maze
Eyes that danced with mischief, locked me in a trance
Now I search in the haze, searching for that glance
Lips that were heaven's gate, sealing fate's decree
Only echoes remain, aching for the ecstasy
Passion unleashed, entwined souls filled with fire
Now a distant memory, fading with each desire
Your understanding soul, a sanctuary of peace
Oh, how I miss that sanctuary, my heartache won't cease
Love poured like a river, flowing unconfined
Now a reservoir drained, I seek what I once called mine
Bodies intertwined, the symphony of love's embrace
Now echoes reside, a lingering touch, I chase
Yet through it all, the truth remains clear and stark
I yearn for your presence, I long for your mark
For in honesty's grip, I confess without pretense
My longing is simple, to have you once again, immense.
Copyright © Rianca Els | Year Posted 2023
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Rianca Els Poem
Once a young girl, hopeful and bright,
Now transformed into a monster of night.
Her faith shattered, replaced by doubt,
Lies now the truth, she's lost without.
Tears of joy turned to fearful cries,
Laughter a mask, covering her sighs.
Sleep fraught with battles, demons within,
Her childhood dreams, now screams begin.
Wings once soaring, now broken and hushed,
Chains replace freedom, her spirit crushed.
Her once warm soul, now shadowed and cold,
Lost in a darkness she's unable to behold.
Within her eyes, the truth does lie,
In a world of deceit, her innocence dies.
Punches masquerade as comforting hugs,
Love found only in disheartening drugs.
Poison becomes her daily sustenance,
Pain her solace, a sinister dance.
Pills she consumes, sweets to deceive,
Alcohol her escape, a numbing reprieve.
Once a seeker of love, now forced to hide,
A soul once filled, now empty inside.
For that little girl, with dreams so grand,
Transformed into a monster, no hopes in hand.
Copyright © Rianca Els | Year Posted 2023
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