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purplehugs2000 · Jul 14, 2008

On Being Left

There will be an empty gap in my life when you leave.
No one left to fill in the spaces and soften the edges
With smiles and laughs and warm embraces.
That was your job.

Now my prop is gone.
I'm playing alone on an empty stage
No more whispered cues or friendly praise
You were my audience, your smile my applause
Why are you going away?

The curtain falls on the final act
The house lights dim
The audience drifts quietly away.
Where are my roses?

I stand alone in the wings
No curtain calls, no reprieve.
The door closes, muffled
All is silent

The final sound is heart broken sobs,
But please don't applaud-
They aren't part of my play.

sp.

mojo · Feb 03, 2007

sounds like life...
the sad part...
thanks for posting.

rb2d2 · Sep 25, 2004

So well said, purple.

Crying or Very sad

Katy · Sep 28, 2004

Nice work purplehugs... enjoyed your poetry

purplehugs2000 · Jul 14, 2008

Thank you Katy, I 'm afraid all I write is sad stuff about love ending, people leaving, death, you know just your average pessimist. Boo hoo!

rb2d2 · Sep 25, 2004

purplehugs2000 · Jul 14, 2008

My Mask

Behind this mask lives a brittle shell,
a silent cry of pain
A scream that echoes endlessly
an emptiness i can't explain
If you look at me with disappointment
or turn away in disgust
I'll shatter into tiny shards of glass
as fine as the blowing dust

But i will wear this smiling mask
no one shall ever know
I gave my heart away to you
with a love I'd hoped we'd grow.
You tossed my heart into the air
for you twas just a game
You know how much I feel for you,
But I'll pretend for you just the same.

sp