Withering away

Treading the cold marble halls
Of this hollow shell of a heart.

Sound echoing forlornly through
ancient corridors.

Once a blazing fortress of light and energy,
now a dark bastion of bitterness.

Time steals those that warmed the embers,
finally crumbled to cold pale ash.

Lonely and alone in this crowded world.
Watching the living pass by.

Unnoticed, uncared for this once beating vessel
Slowly withers into nothingness.........

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

This reminded me of my friend, who is currently on his Deathbed. I am sad and honored , tired and grateful all at the same time. My only wish is to talk to him in his final hours, which is impossible as he's on respiratory assist and morphine.
You are a wonderful writer, Judy.

The cold marble halls of hell. Very effective imagery.

[Audrey Howitt]

Fortunately or not, I know this feeling. You touched a chords deep inside me with your poem. Beautifully done Judy!

[Lily Mae]

This grabbed at my heart and soul strings. It takes us to those places of memory inside, where we have all visited.. Wonderful..xxx

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The sadness of a heart that now is merely an empty fortress. Time has taken the fire from the soul and left nothing but loneliness in place. A wonderful write Judy.

[FJ Davis]

A cheery ditty, Lady Judy!
Unfortunately, in our world, Goodness and Light are, many times, nowhere to be found. You portray the whithering--the lovelessness--vividly.
This is a significant poem about an even more significant problem.
Very fine work, Judy.

[Revolutionary]

I am reminded of a widow,new to the feeling of her husbands absents.She is dealing with all the emotions of loss and abandement.Beautifull write.Great imagry

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A thought provoking piece, full of life like emotion and tormented release of truth, well done, good read