“I didn’t know which felt worse
— the drought —
or the nothingness
you left in your wake.”
There was a drought all around me — and within me. Not even a tear could be shed. That’s how it felt when you left me behind. There were no more nights of dancing in the summer rain. Not even a taste of you to quench my thirst. Just an enormous expanse of nothing. And I didn’t know which felt worse — the drought — or the nothingness you left in your wake.
© Sarah Doughty
All I need is a little
escape from this pain.
This was written for day twelve
of November Notes.
No Rain
by Blind Melon
This was perfect
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Thank you so much!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing, my friend!
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This is too beautiful! It captures that “no tears to cry” and the desolate feeling of being left behind so perfectly!! I love your way with words, My Dear!!! Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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Awww thank you so much, my friend. 😊
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I can actually taste the sadness in this poem..vast drought of nothingness
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Oh yes. It can feel rather hollow. Thank you, as always, lovely.
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My pleasure all the way
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Amazing!
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Oh thank you!
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I agree with Tom. Vivid indeed!
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Goosebumps! You create a really vivid impression of the gaping emptiness of heartbreak. A really powerful read! 🙂
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Wow, pain is one thing but feeling empty can even be worse. Thank you 😊 for sharing this poem Sarah
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Of course, love. That emptiness can feel endless, but it isn’t. 😊
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That’s the good news 😊
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