The Writers Voice
The World's Favourite Literary Website

I Was, I Am


Emily Marsham

It doesn't hurt anymore;
but its still there.
I don't feel you any more;
but I can see your hand in mine.
Shadows block out the sun,
the moon and the stars.
And figures of gray flicker in my memory.

I can't smell the morning, noon or night.
I don't feel the warmth of the sun on my back.
All the music was drowned out long ago,
silenced by the shadows in the black night.

I feel no pain, I feel no hurt.
I feel no love, I feel no warmth.
I was the bright flash of light in the morning;
I once was the warm summer breeze
tickling the leaves in trees;
I once was the twinkle in your eye when you laughed.
I am no more.

I was, I am;
I am a faint outline,
A distant memory amongst few.
I was, I am.
Love was meant for keeping;
but then memories were too.

Critique this work

Click on the book to leave a comment about this work

All Authors (hi-speed)    All Authors (dialup)    Children    Columnists    Contact    Drama    Fiction    Grammar    Guest Book    Home    Humour    Links    Narratives    Novels    Poems    Published Authors    Reviews    September 11    Short Stories    Teen Writings    Submission Guidelines

Be sure to have a look at our Discussion Forum today to see what's
happening on The World's Favourite Literary Website.