Philosophy vlogger, painter, poetry writer, dog lover. I write for my self, i'm happy to share it with you.
Behold, the love that was once adored like the colors of the canvas, strong paintings on walls I believe will endure.
I've seen the brightest horizon in his eyes, in silence imploring sight which slowly drowning in times.
Listen to it's voice, where once I adored, haltingly fading, - a vaulted infliction of bitterness.
Pouring rain, leaves fell, gloomy skies every droplets touches my skin retrospect of a changing times.
In silence saddened lying on a sofa, colors of the paintings are slowly fading, droplets on my skin feels like abandoned blasted old times.
What could a good memories do if there's nonexistence to hold? And the love once he gave, i bury all alone.
Bloodied and bruised everything was ruined desolate by his shadow.
Thought I was ready, I hear his tone - a gasp of moving on.
Once he let go, still- you wouldn't be ready.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 22, 2020:
One is never ready when one leaves...the gasps echoes within our mind forever.
Chrish Canosa (author) from Manila Philippines on September 18, 2020:
Ah keep on calling my name like a baby ^_^ ! Thanks for the love 'te Nel a bunge bunge of love
Chrish Canosa (author) from Manila Philippines on August 28, 2020:
Hey Ms Vandna !! Thank you a bunge for the feedback. I'm super grateful !
God bless you and your fam.
thoughtsprocess from Navsari (India) on August 28, 2020:
Heart touching poem. Beautifully penned.
Chrish Canosa (author) from Manila Philippines on August 24, 2020:
Hey there Sannyasi!
Thanks a bunge for reading.yeah I'm sure you know the feeling right?
Take care you all out there in India.
Sannyasi Raja from Durgapur, West Bengal, India on August 24, 2020:
Deep. Touched my heart