...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

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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 "

A former member wrote: Amazing. Those last two lines really got me. I love it when they end like a dagger in the heart.
On Tuesday, January 30, 2018, midnights voice (957) wrote:

The majesty of silence is that it is unheard . And that of a hollow soul is that it waits patiently to be filled .
On Monday, January 29, 2018, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

â€œFlutters of satin and melted butter moments â€¦Lostâ€¦ â€ I love the imagery in those lines! Conveys tenderness and innocence. Ciao, T/S
On Monday, January 29, 2018, dwells (4177) 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