Loss Poem by Andy Brookes

Loss

Rating: 5.0


Loss is not that first stab,
Nor the numbness that follows.

Loss is not the nights after,
Nor tears shed heavily into pillows.

Loss is coming home full of news,
Only to find an empty house.

Loss is forgetting and setting the table for two,
Or turning to speak to vacant air.

Loss is to laugh alone.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,loneliness,loss
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 12 February 2019

LOSS a stair step up to successful /// beautiful poem penned

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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 February 2019

Loss is not the first stab. Loss is noticed through death. Carefully we should feel loneliness. Later on forgets and settles life. A nice poem is excellently penned.10

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