loving blind
a crucial way to better see
though truly painful indeed
give up all the hope
in the hungriest of hearts
and the hopelessness there too
will move on
like an inflamed splinter being ousted
Loss sings loud her wet empty tune
my soul bleeds out through
these desperate tears
he can't seem to listen
not like he used to hear
such an impossible predicament
it hurts so much to witness the changes in him
knowing I'm holding onto a part of him that has
passed
I hug a remote stranger some days
and cry for the loss of my amazing love
after he has gone
stolen from me for whatever the needless reason
I ache knowing how he's really forgotten what it feels like
to truly miss me
falling further no more
for I am on that floor I swore I would never lay back down on
my soul lays crushed and supine
wary of what other adjustments lay my way
I am where I began
just a bit older in the pit
nothing
in the hands of no real apology being offered
this is my life
I just wish my love were in it and not this man who claims
to be him.
Melissa
(written August 13th,2003 935pm)
I LOVE this!! I, too, feel like some of the things I write are therapy for my troubled mind- I also feel like it's cathartic to release poetically- I really enjoy being able to relate to a lot of other poets in the same way- I can see how brilliant of a writer you are and I fully dig your writing style- the unique word choices are something that really speaks to me too- I always try to develop my poetry with uncommon words, or words that I think have a certain ring to them and I feel and spirit of kinship with your writing especially when I read the word supine- I like that word and have used it as well, but I don't think I've come across it in anyone elses poetry here on postpoems- you know, it's not just about the one word supine- it's about your vocab selections as a whole, and you don't overdo it, you don't underdo it- I am VERY impressed with what I've read so far- thanks for the great reading today~ :-)