Gone
I heard about you
and your empty house,
stories were told to me,
of your heart ripped out.
shocked by your faith
revealed as an enemy
who spun the dream
to blind your sight.
I know you cry
in a lonely state,
for the sleep you woke from
and the reality you woke to.
He lied and has done,
remorslessly
for how long?
and so easily has gone,
the heart you built
your life and love on.
About Me
- Elizabeth Manuel
- Yorkshire, United Kingdom
- Born Elizabeth Maiden, one of four children, I have written poetry since the age of fourteen, although it didn't occur to me till recently to save or share the things I wrote as I never imagined as a young adult that I I would ever want to share my deepest thoughts with anyone. Now I keep my poems as a sort of shorthand diary of key moments from my life. My hope is that other 'poets' might derive some pleasure and comfort from mutual recognition of feeling expressed here.
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