Anxiety, Depression, Divorce, Mental Health, Poetry

Fade

Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on

She pretends she knows how to be in love again,

knowing what the last time was like,

an emptiness, thinking of what could’ve been,

years wasted with hopes of renewed love,

attempts, endless, new prospects,

dimming with the fading sun.

Emily C. Poésie © 2018

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  1. MOMENTS says:
    June 4, 2018 at 11:55 am

    Beautiful poem, sad and poignant reality. The last line is very powerful as the “fading sun” establishes a great contrast with the words expressed in the previous line, “new prospects”.

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    1. TheMelancholySpitfire says:
      June 4, 2018 at 12:06 pm

      Yes, a troubling paradox. Thank you for your kind words.

      Liked by 1 person

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      1. MOMENTS says:
        June 4, 2018 at 1:58 pm

        You are welcome.

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