Spark

8 February 2020 ~ W. Donovan

I’ve come here
to find my serenity
in the solitude of my soul.
I don’t want to think
about you anymore.
Don’t want to think if
our love would last an eternity.
Was there even love?
I’m not sure
if I can call it love.
A spark so sharp
to pierce me through
not growing further
to flames
for it was blew out
and never it shall be lit again.
What’s left now?
I’ve longed for something
I’ve never had.
A fantasy of love
I wanted to feel
I wanted to have
I dreamt of.
I’ve come here
to finally say goodbye.

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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by W. Donovan