A Poem of something lost

An abanded house

There’s an empty house up in Ballysillan

The closest thing I called Home

In Belfast



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


Into something unrecognisable


Coming back

Was opening old wounds




Not pleasant at all

I guess it’s right what they say

What goes around comes around


And my ties here are gone




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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