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...Bitter Roots
By SolApathy
Silence is the emptiness that fills
me
My wicked well of depression-hell
Deeper than the roots of that last bitter embrace
Hallowed as the hurt of an artic chilled breath
upon a bared emotion-cast face
Now forever frozen in place
Stark reminders of whence we once felt
Flutters of satin and melted butter moments
…Lost…
Even the hollowness-- my once bitter maiden
Abandoned me in fear seeing I am forsaken
My soul is a cup, dry
Lost to the ravages of not-enough time
My wicked well of depression-hell
Deeper than the roots of that last bitter embrace
Hallowed as the hurt of an artic chilled breath
upon a bared emotion-cast face
Now forever frozen in place
Stark reminders of whence we once felt
Flutters of satin and melted butter moments
…Lost…
Even the hollowness-- my once bitter maiden
Abandoned me in fear seeing I am forsaken
My soul is a cup, dry
Lost to the ravages of not-enough time
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Monday, January 29, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Into the pitfalls of desires cooled by just one word...Lives the darkness of a whisper, unheard.Comments on "...Bitter Roots "
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A former member wrote:
Amazing. Those last two lines really got me. I love it when they end like a dagger in the heart.
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On Tuesday, January 30, 2018, midnights voice
(971)
wrote:
The majesty of silence is that it is unheard . And that of a hollow soul is that it waits patiently to be filled .
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On Monday, January 29, 2018, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
“Flutters of satin and melted butter moments …Lost… †I love the imagery in those lines! Conveys tenderness and innocence. Ciao, T/S
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On Monday, January 29, 2018, dwells
(4285) wrote:
Sounding like that one word was a doozy Sol; could have been a simple "no" or perhaps something more sinister and soul-killing than even the gulf of years...Cheers Sol! - Dan
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