Poem 81

A_single_rose_can_be_my_garden_by_Gild_a_Lily

Come to me?

I call.

My cries you ignore.

My bed, a wasteland.

I wonder where you are,

To which port, into whose arms?

I loved the thrill

The expectation

Your words soothed me,

My anxieties you calmed,

My fears never realised.

Your protective arms

I miss their strength

Certainty, comfort,

I long for your return.

My heart aches

A throbbing reminder

Of my loss.

Leaving me

Devoid of all emotion

A shell, a vessel taking water

Ready to sink below the morass

I now flounder in.

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27 Responses to Poem 81

  1. Reblogged this on poemsoftheinnerspark and commented:
    I hope he reveals.

  2. Beautiful and so sad! 🙂 🙂

  3. Anja's avatar Anja says:

    Beautifully written…

  4. RoSy's avatar RoSy says:

    How sad.
    But – love how emotions flow in your writing.

  5. the throbbing reminds me of my head right now 😦 but apart from that loved the closing lines – well done ma deary’ 🙂

  6. darkyblue's avatar darkyblue says:

    I know this too well. Beautifully written. Loved it 🙂

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