Asking Avery

by Jad   May 24, 2012


Decayed promises alight on the zenith,
hiding tomorrow's hope in shadows
while grey clouds surround my heart
at the start of the falling apart
of this world through your dead eyes
where I drown in their cold tides.

Avery, our love fades in dying flames
where embers have become cold,
but to light the darkness off your face
I must place faith in empty space
holding on to what I've let go
as I watch us breakaway, oh, so slow.

Perhaps those dead petals will bloom again
but the withering away of time
silences the slow swing of the pendulum
where the hurt has become so numb.
So how has your bittersweet name, Avery
become the broken reflection of me?

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  • 5 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Jad made me all teary with this piece... I read it several times and each time I could feel the pain of a broken heart... His detailed design within each stanza just left my heart hurting. The pain of a broken heart and ending a relationship is so painful that in reality it can create powerful and heart gripping poetry... This poem deserves to be highlighted... the flow of each line was very pretty and elegant... I love that within a poem... Well Done Jad

  • 5 years ago

    by Meme

    Let me keep this simple, I LOVED IT!!

    I got so many feelings out of this piece, you sadness truly shows in your words.

    "So how has your bittersweet name, Avery
    become the broken reflection of me? "
    ^^
    The wondering in this line is so heartbreaking :(

    There is a hint of my style in writing in yours, and I like that alot.

    5/5
    Great job.

  • 5 years ago

    by Rania Moallem

    You are one of my favorite authors, your sad poetry always left something inside of me that i couldnt express by words, do you remember when i wrote a poem instead of a comment before ? lol well that;s how it feels right now!

    this is awesome, sad, deep, truthful...i love it Austin. this is a master piece, nominating it next week

  • 5 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Jad, I am not going to write a lot about this. Your words moved me so much and they show such a growth and maturity in your work. This was your best ever.