The Shadow of My Heart

by cassie hughes   May 20, 2015

Here in the dark of evenings light
when silence fills the air,
my heart remembers for a while.
My eyes leak silver tears.

Where once the world was bright and new
and promise lay ahead,
now cold, unfeeling shades abound,
all hopes and dreams lay dead.

They shattered, one by one upon
the jagged rocks of life,
and naught but shadows now remain
to wrap my heart in tight.

Here in the dark of evenings light,
when silence fills the air,
I turn my face from what I was.
Too beaten down to care.

Written from a prompt by Baby Rainbow to use the line from 'Horizon's Hope' to create another poem.


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  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Sorry! I've posted the same comment three times with my excessive use of the enter button!

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Hi Cassie - I'm a new member of your poetry club. Many thanks for you comment on my "Black Diary" poem. And may I just say what a wonderful read this is. "My eyes leek silver tears." Lots of really well written lines in this.

  • 3 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Wow, great imagery to open the poem with, I especially like the silver tears, I could see them reflecting and glistening with reflection.

    The contrast in your second stanza is very well portrayed, from happy to sad at extremely opposite ends. This was done well too.

    You carry the very dark feeling into the next verse and show just how all these dreams were shattered. Good word choice there, and also I like your description of life with the stony rocks, although I suggest you find a different adjective for the rocks, as stony kind of implies rocks anyway. It is a bit like the saying glass window, when you hear window you assume it is glass anyway.

    Really sad, but realistic ending, lots of longing for what was long ago, and what feels impossible to find again.

    Great use of the title and prompt, and you included the shadow of the heart well in the poem, showing what was lost and what still beats you up in your head when you thin of what you had/were before.

    Great job.

    • 3 years ago

      by cassie hughes

      Oh yes. I missed the stony rocks. Hopefully jagged reads much better. Thanks.

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