A Poem of something lost

An abanded house

There’s an empty house up in Ballysillan

The closest thing I called Home

In Belfast

 

Now

Only memories remains

And a broken heart

That might never be healed

 

A story that will never be read

 

Everything I ever loved

in Belfast is no more

Changed

Into something unrecognisable

 

Coming back

Was opening old wounds

Tormenting

Heartbreaking

 

Not pleasant at all

I guess it’s right what they say

What goes around comes around

 

And my ties here are gone

Forever

 

 

Morten Alme

 

Belfast, November 2009

 

One response to “A Poem of something lost

  1. Morten, I hope beyond hope that now you will finally be able to rid yourself of that infection…

    I too can attest as to the complexities of human interpersonal intimate relations and the devastation left after the collapse of one occurs…..

    Ruined………….In a word!

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