Hello!
This is one of the poems I wrote recently. It’s about loss and conflict!
What a brutal night it was, bruised and desolate,
as the bittersweet feeling of you being gone
left us bones and decimate.
Such a burden I feel, it renders my mind deprecate
of realising my absence from your burly eyes,
your burly opinions, your burly character, it
makes me desperate.
You never responded to that last message,
leaving me blighted, forcing me to obliterate
myself from any other baffling destruction that surrounded me.
And the blaring echoes of your voice at night made me isolate
them in my mind
That buzz, that fear of forgetting your voice rendered me abate
in doing everything.
When will time pass?
And like a brumal forest in October,
water floating, whispers gloating
We’ll meet again.