Under Her Obscurity

by Poet on the Piano   Jun 6, 2012


I try to shout to her....
but my echoes have no balance.
Continually wondering
if she feels like unwanted aftermath
of an intoxicating soul.
She is my dearest song,
though I break down in endless
tears to hear her voice,
I have nothing that can make me
more like her.
Only drawing comfort by her
luxurious silhouette,
when I believe she is watching
how I breathe.
Then, sadness tries to sell me
a smoke among it's faceless
intangibility.
I often think to myself,
is she screaming underneath
her night black cloak
for one who can awaken love?

June 4, 2012.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Darren

    This part is a little long without a pause,
    Continually wondering
    if she feels like unwanted aftermath
    of an intoxicating soul.

    There is also the it's issue, (in this case it is its.)
    Is this about a ghost? Or are you dreaming, there are some lines in this again,
    luxurious silhouette, (I like this, really makes you think what could make a silhouette luxurious?)
    sadness trying to sell you a smoke, this works really well.
    Just read again and I think I have the finally line sussed, is this a ghost of somebody seeking their true love? Or am I off the mark again....!!!
    Great read

    Thanks

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