my poetry diary.

~ feel ~

Smothering absence filled the air. Oh, how I longed to feel warmth once again. Outside, fog covered the streets and the clouds cried for hope.

I stared through the window emotionless, scanning for any sign of life. Nothing. Just absence.

Every now and then the wind would spiral up a pile of drenched leaves and create exciting motion, but one it calmed, I was greeted with the same absence. The same nostalgic loneliness.

Often I'd find myself diving into old memories to feel something, anything. But I still sat there. I still longed.

But if I stopped thinking about the memories, would they just vanish? Perhaps holding onto the joy and even the pain was better than forgetting altogether.

That's where hope crept in.

Hope can be dangerous. It can coax you to believe the impossible, to reach for the skies in vain. But it's also a wonderful thing. Because without hope-

How could you ever find the light?

Behind the Poem :

This poem is definitely one of my favorites! Yes, I know it doesn't have the sing-song rhyme and clever lyrics, but it's real, and compassionately profound; it truly summed up a lot of emotions in one. Plus, if I'm not mistaken, would this be a narrative poem?