Seven Measures
Seven stanzas, seven syllables, it hits hard just as it always does from Ellis' pen. From seconds to years.
I wrote this poem with the thought of Valerie on the mind. Don't know what it is, but I was seeing old photos which always seems to trigger something.
AI DISCLAIMER: Photo designed and created by Aether, my moody AI assistant.
By Ellis Riven
These hands trembled losing you
Without her, my life just flew
It’s been seconds, gone askew
Where’s the ring that you outgrew
These poor memories have died
Without her, I’ve gone to hide
It’s been minutes since I’ve lied
Where’s the time I did abide
These four walls are crum-ba-ling
Without her I’ve got nothing
It’s been hours since my tumbling
Where’s God while I am fumbling
These… these… these… just what the fuck
Without her… there’s no more luck
It’s. Been. Days… I stumble, stuck
Where’s… where’s the quiet we struck
These moments before the dawn
Without her, I play the pawn
It’s been weeks; the blinds are drawn
Where’s my bride? The veil is gone
These thoughts that I don’t belong
Without her, there is no song
It’s been months, not being strong
Where’s my love? It’s been so long
These hands are growing older
Without her, I’m no bolder
It’s been years, I can’t hold her
Where’s your head on my shoulder
