His Wake

Night engulfs the sun of a young rose garden: Withered rose,lost sun; the loss a new burden. Forgotten seams, for broken dreams... Pieces of broken hearts, scattered in his wake. Whenever Fate hurts, it is Time's mistake. He's seen fear; He's been here.

— slybard, May 16, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Kampala, Uganda, UGA

Favorite Poets: Jonathan Swift, Sarah Kay, William Shakespeare, Elizabeth Browning, Christina Rossetti, Grace Nichols, The Lantern Meet of Poets (the biggest and oldest society of poets in Uganda)

Critiques

Barbara Writes

18 years ago

His wake

Smiles:) Barbara complete sentences would make you theme flow better sounds like someone died great poem waiting to come out of this with a rewrite.

slybard

18 years ago

Thanks.I’ll do just that.

Thanks.I'll do just that.