Do you see these paper scraps These letters are all I have left To remember my hearts beats Written by Lena in years past When we were both young Filled with the vigor of youth I still remember the sound Of her laugh that would fill My soul with glee on her joy Even now if I close my eyes I can hear her yet and feel A deep stirring in my chest That only she has ever been Able to create a now empty Cavity where my love for her Blossomed like a spring flower Wilted to never bloom again In its fully glory as it once did Under her invigorating care When others look upon me Do they see the withered bloom Or does somehow the beauty Once imbued in me by her love Still shine through the gloom
This week’s experimental is a dramatic monologue. You can read more about this poetry form by clicking here.
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2 thoughts on “Poem: Dramatic Recollection”
Painfully good poem.
The radiance of love may diminish, but its mark forever remains.