by Megha's World
“When you left, 
poetry visited me.” 
― Kamand Kojouri
When you walked through that door
slammed shut and
leaving me alone
and as I walk towards my home
with marred heart
and swollen eyes
gazing from emptiness
into nothing
there was nothing I want more
My heart was crumpled in pieces
too tired to bow down
pick them
so I leave them as it is
Nothing seems to catch
my fancy anymore
the nights were cloudy
living with a dark moon
I could never open my heart
for anybody else
but when you left me
my poetry came.
and visited me.
and made me whole.
I blog at Megha’s World

11 Comments to “Complete”

  1. Thanks Chuck. Glad you liked it.

  2. Poetry is the Nightingale of every dark night. Superb Megha.

  3. So much freedom found in your date with departures.
    Poetry is wings 🙂
    Thank you for the share

  4. Yes you said to right.Thanks for reading

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