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The light glimmers,                                     on top of my chest.                                           I felt its rays touches my heart flesh right to my bone. The pain radiates all over my body. It reaches the memory, the day you leave me.                                                              ­         It was autumn, i remember.                                     Leaves on this tree is falling,     Just like how i shed my tears,                     Begging you to stay,                                 I thought maybe you’d comeback, Just like how each trunks grow new leaves. So I promised to                                                 Keep on waiting,                                             until i lost Every bits of what i have                                                 that keeps me of staying.                         Until i shed my own flesh                                       and drain my blood, Leaving me only with bone and memory. You never came and thats where I knew You'll never will But its too late for me Im decaying of agony.
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Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
Memoir of the ached bone
The light glimmers,                                     on top of my chest.                                           I felt its rays touches my heart flesh right to my bone. The pain radiates all over my body. It reaches the memory, the day you leave me.                                                              ­         It was autumn, i remember.                                     Leaves on this tree is falling,     Just like how i shed my tears,                     Begging you to stay,                                 I thought maybe you’d comeback, Just like how each trunks grow new leaves. So I promised to                                                 Keep on waiting,                                             until i lost Every bits of what i have                                                 that keeps me of staying.                         Until i shed my own flesh                                       and drain my blood, Leaving me only with bone and memory. You never came and thats where I knew You'll never will But its too late for me Im decaying of agony.
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20/M/Philippines
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 11:22 PM UTC
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