my empty house where all the rooms whisper
of times gone by
children's voices
raised in laughter
crying out with nightmares
now all is empty
all that once was
is no more
all my needs done
a house once alive and vital
lies empty and dead
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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1 comment:
Heartbreaking. Succinct and strong.
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