deepundergroundpoetry.com
All in a Touch
Write down so as not to forget,
A dark empath, that chill on me...
Of soft touch set to devil's wrath—
Just how it felt to be set free.
The lure still there I stand my ground,
Will not invite that gaze again;
That without sound might yet indict
Me for trace of her on my skin.
Permissions long ago granted
To auras blend—to link my soul.
I begged recanted, in the end,
Somewhere along the Plains of Scheol.
The pain eternal, full regret,
Unforgiveness, all unmeant gifts.
To live and let live I profess,
Still question now where my soul drifts.
The freedom granted a reprieve
From touch revealing more than lies;
I dare not grieve the loss I feel
Walking away as our love dies.
Published 1st Oct 2015
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6
reading list entries 0
comments 10
reads 654
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Michael this is so heart wrenching to read. I can feel the suffering of
lost love and the fight to move on.
Best wishes to you my friend.
I miss your other works so much.
Keith
lost love and the fight to move on.
Best wishes to you my friend.
I miss your other works so much.
Keith
3rd Oct 2015 9:04pm
Thank you Keith... read this a few days ago. I found your words encouraging, The guitar poem I wrote was the result, keeping eyes focused on healing. I thank you, my friend. :)
Michael
Michael
1st Oct 2015 3:29am
3rd Oct 2015 9:01pm
Anonymous
1st Oct 2015 3:58am
Quite a touching poem Michael.
You set the scene very well in the first stanza and then let it all shape and fall naturally.
There is beauty even in sadness as fractured as things seem to be.
Beautifully penned for sure.
You set the scene very well in the first stanza and then let it all shape and fall naturally.
There is beauty even in sadness as fractured as things seem to be.
Beautifully penned for sure.
3rd Oct 2015 9:08pm
Nothing more natural than bleeding I suppose, Rina...lol You are right about there being beauty in everything. I look at myself shamefully right now for needing to be reminded of this. I thank you very much.
Michael
Michael
1st Oct 2015 4:27pm
Love lies bleeding... An excellent poem! It's melancholy, but really soars on your skill with evocative word choice, elegant structure and rhyme.
"The freedom granted a reprieve
From touch revealing more than lies;
I dare not grieve the loss I feel
Walking away as our love dies."
Some are disinclined to seek closure and prefer to leave even the sense of loss intact. That's how I read the last stanza. My interpretation might be off, but I enjoyed this Michael.
"The freedom granted a reprieve
From touch revealing more than lies;
I dare not grieve the loss I feel
Walking away as our love dies."
Some are disinclined to seek closure and prefer to leave even the sense of loss intact. That's how I read the last stanza. My interpretation might be off, but I enjoyed this Michael.
3rd Oct 2015 9:18pm
Ah, thank you for the compliment, Sir Crow. Love your interpretation of the ending... wish that was it, truly. So hard to put all felt into a short poem but in this case even though there may have been a wanting of preservation there, it was more a fear of allowing myself to grieve, for to even think of what I had just been freed of might reestablish the link we had shared, more an emotional voodoo trap I had no power to get out of myself than anything.
Michael
Michael
5th Oct 2015 6:18pm
A touch brings not just memories, but the experience of it all. I won't be so cliche to say this poem is touching, but you draw in those experiences well.
9th Oct 2015 5:37am
The experience I only wish I could forget most times...lol Thanks for visiting my page, and for the compliment, DPW. Will be catching up on my reading tomorrow I'm hoping.
Michael
Michael
