I wake in this pit.
Sheer walls, rock floor
No chance of escape
I await a hand, redemption.
Will I wait long?
Barely space to spread out
My limbs contracting
In this confined space.
Ironic that you
Are twisting into shapes
Of pleasure and desire
While mine are torment.
I have been here before
When inaction, laziness,
Uncaring, wanton abandonment
Prevails ahead of stupidity.
I am lost, alone, destitute
I have been selfish,
Taken you for granted
Cast out is my reward.
I express regret
Remorse oozes from my pores
I cry out my sorrow
My abyss is deep.
It is your call
You are hurt, beyond words
I reach out, your door shuts
Wallowing in my loss.
I am wretched.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2014/02/25/openlinknight-february-2014/
Morpethroad 
Oh my how good are you! That 3rd verse especially, how often we twist in pain when we have lost someone, knowing that they are not… I guess though as you say – never take anyone for granted or you’re bound to be burned. Powerful, well penned Michael.
Thanks Jenny very perceptive of you.
Hmm sometimes I am many things 🙂
You aren’t telling me anything new.
😦 bugga
Wow, that’s brilliant!! 🙂
Thank you so much Helen. You are very generous.
Consider me impressed Michael wow
Thank you Yves, I am very flattered.
=) How long have been writing poetry Michael?
Well probably since I was 17 or18 why do you ask?
I was curious I am reading a collection of poems by Charles Bukowski and it said he started writing poetry at 35 then I just became curious about the writers I know lol Do you have any of the poems from your early years?
Yes I do I have poems I wrote about 40 years ago. Some I have reworked and have posted, poem 90 Early Morning, Poem 76 – Old Muddie, poem 75 – June, Poem 74.- my Uncle Jack. These ones I have reworked, so as I am older and know a little more I have given them some of my experience. I have others that I will work on as well and post eventually.
I look forward to it Michael. I wrote my first poem when I was 12 (very short) but I didn’t really continue with it until I got a little older.
I think my very one was about 11 and it was very forgettable. But when I grew older and romantic I wrote a lot of song in particular. Poetry is a form I like to express myself in.
Poetry is my favorite too Michael though I do enjoy writing collaborative stories where I get to play villains and such haha
Actually I am engaged in another collaboration and it is an excellent task to be involved in. We are going well, so far.
I am so glad to hear it and look forward to seeing it =)
Very powerful expression of the pain this person goes through, particularly through the contrast of what the person they took for granted is experiencing at the same time.
Thank you Gabriella. Hope your day was a good one.
ugh. quite the bit of emotion in this….to know you have done wrong…and have to live with the result of your decisions…still it twists because we have all been there…when that door closes in our face, it stings.
Thanks Brian I am happy, well sort of, that you could relate. It is not a pleasant place to be in.
I really like the short and powerful verses and how the poem connects with the emotions evoked by the painting.
Thank you Adriana, I appreciate your comment.
Well written Michael. Sometimes we perceive a loss in our pain, only to find out it was for the best afterwards. During our pain we don’t always see that. Any loss is hard to take and you captured it well.
Thank you Jackie good comment I appreciate it.
The first three stanzas in particular work for me – perhaps because there is little to no explanation in them, so one can put one’s own interpretation on it!
Thanks Marina I understand what you are saying.
When the only hope for release is mercy.. then wretched indeed.. the way you describe it in terms of a prison.. yes there are those days.. so far mercy have been given…
Thanks so much Bjorn, it can be prison like one you impose on yourself. Thanks again for the comment.
Very strong piece of poetry!
Thank you Anja, appreciate your comment.
Deep emotions here. I feel the hurt & the pain of both sides. Although one seems to have moved on – I get the feeling that there may still be some lingering hurt beneath. I think there always is.
Well – just my thought.
Hope all is well. 🙂
Thanks RoSy. All is good. From darkness has come light.
YAY for light 🙂
Works for me.
You are in your element here Michael!Loved the poem and the powerful art added to it:-)My fav lines-“I express regret
Remorse oozes from my pores
I cry out my sorrow
My abyss is deep.”Brilliant!
Thank you Atreyee, yours is the loveliest comment and I appreciate it very much.
Michael,you deserve it,my friend:-)
Thank you.
🙂