With one long stroke
Of quill on the parchment,
Where my heart is long patched,
You, I erase...

What will I have left
After your feelings' theft,
I shall turn into struggle
To collect my soul's rubble...

What else still remains
Of me in this domain,
What life will not cease,
Dark night shall erase...

What you wouldn't take
In your dead love's wake,
Time with acidic grease
From my memory will erase...

With final words of pain
Alone I shall remain,
And Love-labeled case
From my heart...

I ERASE...!

funny thing about erasing ... faint lines still show no matter how much we try to rub it out... but like any artist it isn't the rubbing out that creates beauty ... it is the creating over by adding new lines and textures ...


is there a metaphor here?


I liked your write. Welcome and thank you for sharing.

welcome....

It's free for you to interprete, free to anyone to play it on their hearts' piano, and every time it'll sound differently. For me it's pretty straightforward, though XD

Yes ... you just got me thinking

That I shall count a success - as it's a general idea to make readers think ;)

For some of us it’s an emotional feeling as we intertwine your words and feelings with our passions and life experience. My emotions have felt another with the coldest of hearts. Good write man…....