My heart is caught in a vice
Leaving me unable to breathe
Forth my true feelings
Afraid to crave touch again
Tenderness has checked out of my existence
Only pain remains
Sinned stained sheets
Depraved of love
Filled with the spoils of lust
Nothing can wash away
The emptiness of your
Absence
Time moves in frames
Slow deliberate movements
Life no longer impacts the senses
The sun feels like a thunderstorm
The birds chirp to deaf ears
The scenery moving yet I lay catatonic with grief
Preferring this hail storm of sadness
Words don’t help
Self esteem scared to come out of hiding
Tormented by the defection of your presence
A layover no more
Flying the skies of life
First class with another
Me
Left watching from the gate
How I hate
Loving you.
Copyright 2008, R. Fitzgerald
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WOWWWWW, Rich! that leaves me speechless...
Amazing the things we do to try to disguise our true desires:
Sinned stained sheets
Depraved of loved
Filled with the spoils of lust
Nothing can wash away
The emptiness of your
Absence
Also, I love the word selection in the last 3 lines of this stanza...the concept of attempting to "wash away" as opposed to "filling" emptiness...hmmmm.
I anticipate having more to say here after allowing time for this to wash over me more completely.
Tragically beautiful.
Whew! Rich the word artist. I see a poetry book is in your future. Go on my brutha.
My Goodness, I felt that all the way down in me...That felt like POETRY...
blessings,
angelia
Uhhhh, what you talking about Rich? You really poured out that one...get out of my head man! lol! LOVED IT!
@Cap - it's quite a feat to leave one with many opinions speechless, but I'm glad I was able to touch the "browed" one.
@Sharon - I love the way you think and your method of expression. Tragic indeed.
@Shai - I'll probably never do a poetry book, I'm just trying to give you poets a run for your money up in here.
@Angelia - that has to be by far one of the best compliments I've received as a writer.
@Miz - You know us "Romantics" can relate to both the highs and lows of love.
Honestly speaking... all I can say is
DAMN
As I knew I would be, I got pulled here again.
How I hate
Loving you.
Definitely been here more often than I cared to be. Unfortunately, the demise of my marriage left me living the reverse for a couple of months:
How I love
Hating you.
which was physically, mentally, emotionally, AND spiritually EXHAUSTING and the world will never know how exhilerating it is for me to no longer live in that place.
This piece definitely penetrated my cranium hitting its mark and then found its way inside my heart as well!
Rich - this piece is striking!
Thank you for participating in our first Annual Readers' Choice Award. Good luck & Congratulations!
Nice.
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