My heart can't house things abandoned
As my heart will loudly sadly crack
And what escapes would be all maddened
With my screams piercing, tortured on a rack
It will leave my body stranded, tired
Filled of morosities and blue colors
Stuffed with shaking bones all battered
Where not even a grey sky make it offers
A fear of bitter abandonment,
A nightmare that once became alive
Where traumatism became all significant
And where I was drowning before I could dive
My heart can't house things abandoned
They flirted with my mind and I got burned
Everything around me got so saddened
And sadly coming to me I knew I learned
I can't be a sky abandoned to itself —
Stuck between dark space and land it can't touch;
Could it be aware of its vast lonely blue lands?
Or else, might it be asleep that too much
But I love to see them all these places
Abandoned, with an atmosphere of peace
Perhaps because they are places without faces
And that nobody else is given their keys.
Hello everyone, and welcome to my personal blog. This is a self-taught adventure in creative writing, craft that I am passionate about; learning writing and all the stuff that concerns this industry while surfing on the waves of the internet, and I aspire to make a living through selling my own books and blogging, because why not. I live on the island of Mauritius with my husband, my two children, and my muse. I am an eclectic person, love the sublime and the strange; I am also interested in all types and forms of art that please my mind.
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2 thoughts on “Things Abandoned”
A very powerful piece of writing. The fear of abandonment sits with most of us, I think, but this is a very visceral way of looking at it, thank you for sharing.
Eiravel 
A very powerful piece of writing. The fear of abandonment sits with most of us, I think, but this is a very visceral way of looking at it, thank you for sharing.
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Thank you very much for your encouragement.
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