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Martha Brown Poem
It’s been years;
they are gone—
or perhaps they were never really there.
Just an illusion I crafted,
woven from the threads of longing,
veiled by the mist of my heart.
Now that the fog has lifted,
the person I loved,
my hero,
my ideal,
has unraveled, piece by piece.
And standing before me,
in the harsh light of truth,
is a stranger—
familiar in face,
but foreign to my soul.
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Copyright © Martha Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Martha Brown Poem
I know I’ll never reach you now,
But if someday you reach me somehow,
I’ll pour my heart, let it all unfold,
Reveal the truths I’ve always controlled.
I’ll tell you how I’ve felt through years,
The nights I drowned in silent tears.
I cried for you, though I let you go,
You stood by me—but I didn’t show.
I don’t know now how you might feel,
Unseen by you, my love is real.
I’m still there, trapped in that space,
Where our paths split, leaving no trace.
I untied the knot, but not by will,
Time and tides broke what stood still.
I never wished for us to part,
You were my soul, my beating heart.
Now you’ve moved on, far and wide,
Do I even cross your mind, inside?
How can I tell you I linger there,
In a world where we were a perfect pair?
Despite the distance—both vast and near,
I sense a bond that feels so clear.
But is it my dream, a fleeting thought,
Or do you feel the same, though we’re apart?
So I wait, in silence, for your sign,
One word, one gesture, to make you mine.
I’ll come running, my heart laid bare,
Because you’re the only one—I swear.
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Copyright © Martha Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Martha Brown Poem
I gazed at the city lights,
but felt nothing—
this city,
a vault of memories,
echoes of my life.
I turned my gaze to the sky,
the stars, indifferent,
as if I stared into infinite nothingness.
In his eyes, I sought
that spark to make my heart beat again,
but found only emptiness.
The music played,
yet I could not hear its song—
sight and sound, mere whispers,
touching my mind,
but never reaching my heart
nor my soul.
Am I but a shadow,
adrift above the ocean,
unable to dive into its depths,
deprived of the beauty,
the life hidden beneath the waves?
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Martha Brown Poem
Hollow
In shadows deep, I find myself ensnared,
A wanderer adrift, with naught but despair.
Each step I took, now lost to time’s cruel hand,
No trace remains of paths that once did stand.
Around me, silence reigns, a shroud so thick,
I search for guidance, yet find naught but the wick
Of hope extinguished, flickering dim and faint;
No guiding star, no whisper from a saint.
I sit in stillness, my heart a hollow drum,
Gazing into the void, where echoes come undone.
Not for the dawn do I yearn, nor the light’s gentle grace,
But for the angel of death to hasten my embrace.
To take me from this world, to end this weary strife,
To lead me to the silence, the sweet release of life.
For in this endless dark, my soul begins to fray,
And I long for peace, to fade and drift away.
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Copyright © Martha Brown | Year Posted 2024
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