My savior

Where could my savior be?

Tears keep flowing

Drifting me further away from where I want to be.

I guess I brought it upon myself.

All those years of loving and but never caring.

I guess that’s why I suffer

The reasons shouldn’t make a difference

If she was to show herself

We could love one another

Until the nights were nevermore

And the days, dreams of violet fields…

But I sit atop these dark waters a drift by myself.

I need that smile

To remove all that haunts me.

Each one of those ghost

Walk right by me, taking a piece of me.

Each piece she will never have.

It’s not looking good down here.

My love…

My dear…

My savoir…

I will pray now.

But, not to you…

But to me.

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Vladimir Andrianov's picture

Thank you! I liked this one!!! If U got some spare time please read my stuff & listen to the songs I produce! Thank you in advance!

Didi Menendez's picture

The secret is finding that love inside of you. So in the end of your poem, it makes sense to me that you should pray to yourself for only you can save you. --------------------------------- This reminds me of a joke: A man was in a ship wreck and he was stranded at sea with only a life saver. Another boat passes by and the people inside the boat yell "here here let me save you". The man says "no God will save me" So the boat leaves. Then a helicopter flies overhead and they throw the rope down and say "here here let me save you" The man says "no God will save me" Then the Coast Guard passes by and the same thing happens. Finally the man drowns and when he gets to heaven he asks God; "Why didn't you save me from drowing?' And God replys, What do you mean? I sent you a boat, a helicopter and the Coast Guard! --------------------------------- Keep writing man..the answer is out there. Didi

toobuena's picture

This is a great poem especailly the shift of focus in the last line. Really good work, and oh by the way, really good photo too. Geneva

Dead Poet's picture

you have a way to capture individual repsonsibility and helplessness all at the same time, while recognizing the need for the comfort of others. often when i read poetry i feel that it leans towards one side, either too much reliance on others or too much independence, and rarely is there a nice blend of both concepts working together. before i ramble off to a tangent... you've captured the best of the worse in both worlds...