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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 03/28/2023
The River
Born 1959, M, from Stoke, United KingdomIn the endless darkness of the night
I reach out to wherever you may be
Longing to touch you, to hold you tight
But there are only memories left to me
Through the window I watch the tree branches sway
Shadowy fingers against the moonlight cast
And wonder again if there was nothing I could say
That would reset the present and change the past
A river of my tears run through the valley of despair
Where my memories of love reside
A closed part of my mind has made its home in there
Giving homage to a love that never died
Life keeps moving on and nothing is the same
As if to make that point the first light of the dawn
Forms patterns in the condensation on the window pane
Unconsciously in this a heart and a name I’ve drawn
Angrily I rub it out feeling the damp upon my hands
Use them to cool my feverous brow
Self pity overwhelms me, no one understands
That I find no solace in the here and the now
I spend my days waiting for the night
In the hope of finding you in my dreams
But the sleep evades me, denies me the right
Spiralling my despair to extremes
One day I will find my way to escape this
In the valley of despair I’ll climb down
In my mind all my hopes and dreams I’ll dismiss
And in that river of tears I will drown.
The River(Tallisman)
In the endless darkness of the night
I reach out to wherever you may be
Longing to touch you, to hold you tight
But there are only memories left to me
Through the window I watch the tree branches sway
Shadowy fingers against the moonlight cast
And wonder again if there was nothing I could say
That would reset the present and change the past
A river of my tears run through the valley of despair
Where my memories of love reside
A closed part of my mind has made its home in there
Giving homage to a love that never died
Life keeps moving on and nothing is the same
As if to make that point the first light of the dawn
Forms patterns in the condensation on the window pane
Unconsciously in this a heart and a name I’ve drawn
Angrily I rub it out feeling the damp upon my hands
Use them to cool my feverous brow
Self pity overwhelms me, no one understands
That I find no solace in the here and the now
I spend my days waiting for the night
In the hope of finding you in my dreams
But the sleep evades me, denies me the right
Spiralling my despair to extremes
One day I will find my way to escape this
In the valley of despair I’ll climb down
In my mind all my hopes and dreams I’ll dismiss
And in that river of tears I will drown.
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Lillian Kazmierczak
09/22/2023Tallisman, this was a beautiful angsty poem of lost love. I love the writing on the window and your disgust that you did it. That is such a lovesick reaction to losing your true love. A wonderful poem...though I expected no less from you! An emotional filled short story star of the day!
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Shelly Garrod
04/17/2023Wow, intense. Love your play on words in this poem Tallisman.
Blessings Shelly
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