creative writing, Poems, Poetry

There is no consolation

Occasionally I feel a throbbing pain at the depths of my heart. 

I pour my soul out in art

To console myself,

In an attempt to forget.

But it seems you never forget

You just get better at pretending to forget. 
I want to cry but I don’t even have the consolation of tears. 

I always feared

The sharp blows of lost love.


aren’t even enough

Because nothing makes up for what you’ve lost, 

What you once had. 

Everything else seems so insignificant in comparison to what you have lost. 

You have lost your whole world and you will never get it back. 

Copyright © Electra Rose January 2016


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