He left

by Melissa   Aug 15, 2006


He left my rhythmic world
for something more..................................idyllic
leaving my poetry
erratic,
thrown, and bored
but I'll be okay
I've been left before
I'm not afraid of solitude
no, I don't fear myself
in fact these hands revel in sorrow,
they like malady
pain is comfortable to them
anguish inspires deep thought
and a sheer reflection of my own flame

Lust is a powerful sin
that breeds on wait
it's too bad my cadence
pushed him away
maybe I could've spoke less reverence,
maybe I should of penned in braille,
then my fingers wouldn't drip
a fist full of details
and these tears,
they wouldn't be rising
snuffing out all my heat

leaving me breathing under blubber............................in vain

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  • 18 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

    As always a heartfelt and excellent write.Great images and flow.Like many, we seem to write of the pain and melancholy but with hearts full of love.Rememember being alone and being lonely are not the same thing. Sometimes we just need time to ourselves, to find our selves again and realize what is true.After awhile you learn what only what you want and need, but also what you don't want or need.Never regret loving someone, but most of all never lose the capacity in your heart to love again.Sometimes we find what we need most when we aren't really looking for it.All my best.

    GaryJ

  • 18 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Awesome as always. I like the line about penning in braile, very interesting.
    Keep it up...Holly

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