Echoes at Midnight

I stand inside this broken home of mine

So lost in memory I swear I hear

The sound of laughter for which I still pine

Drifting through the dark, my love drawing near

I see the broken glass, the shattered plates

Damaged wares of both mundane and great art

These are the relics of a mad disgrace

Your last night, and the time when we would part

Your ghost calls out whilst I hold you in vain

Locked in the past with a killer and pain

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

amazingly written...... loved the meaning of the poem

[Jesse W.]

Thanks so much! :)

[richieb]

Well written Jesse. Longing feelings of lost happiness and love. Intense loneliness and despair. Loss is permanent. You said all this in your poem and opens the reader to feeling these emotions. Not a happy spring time poem. Richie,

[Jesse W.]

Thank you, Richie :)

[Emily]

I love the meaning!
Keep it up!!

[Jesse W.]

Thanks Emily!