Tsunami

Nails hammer their way through my temples,
I cannot sleep with these explosions in my mind.
There's an empty space behind me,
It follows me everywhere I go.
Through my heart is a rope that burns,
Dragged by my lover's ankle,
Naked across the razor blade shore.

Blood on my lips from the lack of a kiss,
Insomnia births paranoia,
I am midnights lonely son.
Feet that drag their way through the isolation of the city,
Keep moving forward, though the destination is unknown,
Behind me collects the emotions I've discarded,
Trying to move on to happier things.
Beneath the struggle I continue to look forward,
Behind me a tsunami washes me away.

Love has become a word without meaning,
Underrated and overused, lost across the tides.
To struggle and survive is true strength and devotion,
Even if touch is lost, becoming a distant memory.
Pain inside is only temporary,
The rope that burns is the passion that binds us.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes the struggle to move forward can make you forget what you've left behind. And the things you hoped you had buried can come back and get you.

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Jesster's picture

Man, I was reading this with

Man, I was reading this with music playing in the background that just intensified the feel. Can't tell you the song cuz I didn't know it. But man it sure worked well together. Kiss...


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Affirmation's picture

Thank you!... I write with

Thank you!... I write with rhythm more than rhyme, I play guitar also, so it might be why :)

allets's picture

Spacial Displacement

"...there's an empty space behind me..." some lines just reach out and grab the aesthetic response...fine piece, exceptional image this ~~A~~