After You Were Gone

by Goodbye   Apr 15, 2008

I cried, I shouted
I slammed at the door
I hit my wrists on the wall
I cried and laughed like a mad
but nothing changed the fact you were gone

No matter how many times
I would shout your name
No matter how many times
I would go the place we used to be
Nothing -I mean NOTHING-
could change a thing
This already was happened
it was in the past
There was nothing to be done

I was there, I was left to be alone
To be breathing this air in my cold lungs
To taste my own bitter medicine
to become again that Unperfect Creature
to feel I never was and never will be
the object of your royal love...

With this thoughts on my head
I stood up from the stone floor
I walked to lift, pressed a button
and when I was waiting it to
coming down I remember the little
golden heart your gave me as a gift
I took it out of my pocket and gave it a kiss.

The door opened and I went it.
I pressed the button of the highest floor
I went the roof of the building
I walked near the edge and took of
my shoes... The ground felt cold under
my feet... I closed my eyes and took
a deep breathe and I jumped to unknown...


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Latest Comments

  • 11 years ago

    by Sourav

    It's an interesting concept. So many times I've thought to write something like this. Your poem is certainly justified the theme. It's hysterical, it reflects the status of the mind when one losses his/her love. Well done!

  • 11 years ago

    by pookiengurgi

    That was definitely I read I could feel the hopelessness of the character you wrote about. Good work

  • 11 years ago

    by Shant Sarkis Ohanian

    Iam speachless....
    its really meaningfull love it in all kinds..

    keep it up


  • 11 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Very heartfelt.... beautifully written...
    the way you have expressed your emotions...the flow... really good...
    keep up..

  • 11 years ago

    by Prasad B

    Powerful write and horror, pain and sadness speaks here where so much is unleashed which is not spoken of much but can be understood by the reader as to what the writer actually wantz to say here...

    Goood... Keep writinz... 007