This song that once sounded so loudly within,
has turned to quiet in this mounting din,
It whispers so softly now I can’t hear the words,
just the remnants of a firey soul now usurped.
Its throne in tatters in an empty hall,
memories echoing in the walls,
of laughter and gaiety and songs well sung,
one soul marching to the beat of its drum.
But as the battle waged on and the soldiers left home,
the king was left in silence forgotten, alone.
Slowly neglect began to take its toll,
first song, then laughter, then finally all.
This once proud place that was called home,
now lays empty, a deserted throne.
Through battles untold it remained untorn,
yet no longer will it weather loves malevolent storm.
– Cat Thomas, 2014
December 17th, 2014 at 5:03 pm
This gave me shivers!
December 17th, 2014 at 5:08 pm
Thank you so much 🙂
December 19th, 2014 at 12:21 pm
love this one
December 19th, 2014 at 2:41 pm
Thank you, it is one of my favourite pieces. I wrote it awhile ago, it just poured out of me. Then I found it the other day and tweaked it a little 🙂
Everyone seems to get a different take on it depending on the situation they are currently in which I find fascinating.
December 19th, 2014 at 2:50 pm
that’s the best part about poetry (although I am terrible at it), is people’s perception of any given poem
December 22nd, 2014 at 10:08 am
Very true 🙂 But I don’t think you are terrible at poetry 🙂
December 22nd, 2014 at 10:10 am
haha, all my stuff is like short tidbits and stories!
December 22nd, 2014 at 10:28 am
The length doesn’t matter, people connect with writing for many different reasons.
December 22nd, 2014 at 10:42 am
well thank you 🙂