A Poem By Gina I. // 2/27/2017

Sleepless nights and hopeless days
Nothing sought for, nor to say
Dreamless sleep and lifeless wake
Love once held becoming fake

Indecision fogs the sky
Time's too fast for a last goodbye
Consequences must be faced
Love is lost as we fall from grace

For all the promises we make
We're slipping backward day by day


Hi there

I haven't been on here in ages, but I thought I'd stop by and see what's up. One thing I like to see in poetry is specifics; it makes the images more vivid and unique. For example, "Love once held becoming fake" is a common theme in poetry, but what makes this love different? How did it start, how did it end, how does the speaker know it has changed?

Julie | Tue, 03/07/2017

Formerly Kestrel

Thank you for your feedback!

I prefer some of my poetry to stay vague, actually. I think it then becomes easier for someone to relate to it.

Gina I. | Tue, 03/07/2017

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