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Lost Poem
I sit and wonder where the light has gone
counting the silent noises,walled framed and suddenly ridiculous:shining down at the nothing that is me.
I know I should rise and flood the room with lights and noise
but the purpose eludes me and the will forsook me long ago.
My gaze at the surrounding phone, reminds me I'm sad and alone,
stupidly waiting for you to never call.
With pen in hand I turn to the paper, lines of sadness intended for you. My attempt to apologize and forgive.
Still not the words I'd planned on, as if my hand is compelled.
counting the silent noises,walled framed and suddenly ridiculous:shining down at the nothing that is me.
I know I should rise and flood the room with lights and noise
but the purpose eludes me and the will forsook me long ago.
My gaze at the surrounding phone, reminds me I'm sad and alone,
stupidly waiting for you to never call.
With pen in hand I turn to the paper, lines of sadness intended for you. My attempt to apologize and forgive.
Still not the words I'd planned on, as if my hand is compelled.
Published 19th May 2015
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19th May 2015 11:55am
I could feel the bitterness around the edges of this poem and the desperation, too. A very enjoyable write. Good job!
20th May 2015 10:39am
3rd Jul 2015 4:34pm
Exquisitely painful.
"My attempt to apologize and forgive.
Still not the words I'd planned on, as if my hand is compelled."
I relate to that so well... as if a deeper consciousness takes over and is either guiding, or pushing us, their intent taking precedence over our very own. Great write.
Michael
"My attempt to apologize and forgive.
Still not the words I'd planned on, as if my hand is compelled."
I relate to that so well... as if a deeper consciousness takes over and is either guiding, or pushing us, their intent taking precedence over our very own. Great write.
Michael
