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Drifting Black
Watch me dance
in dead girl's shoes
my heart lies torn and dirty
in cold moon light
there's nothing more
there's nothing more to hurt me
Dark rivers
cut through stars
tell stories while I stumble
past shadows how I fell
so far so foolishly
drifting back
drifting black
longing for your
precious agonies
drifting back, drifting black
Feed me seconds
of your breath
beating moments
until death can't save me
I have lain before
where torment rules
made my bed
of hopeless dreams
with precious agonies
wrapped up and tied by
your precious agonies
No saving shore
or exit clues
yield bitterest perfection
unspoken loss
there are no ships
to sail away my frailest
false intention
The curtain's drawn
on dawn's pale light
and black becomes my mirror
I see the game's
afoot again
and I must play alone
although I know my soul's
compelled to bleed your
precious agonies
Drifting back, drifting black
drifting back towards these
precious agonies
Published 5th Jan 2010
| Edited 27th Mar 2016
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6th Jan 2010 6:58am
6th Jan 2010 9:34am
Thanks Riyah - then all my word by word tweaking was worth it - this must be version 34!
Anonymous
6th Jan 2010 10:45am
like a river sen at night,shimmering waves, ever undulating. Beautiful.
6th Jan 2010 1:03pm
I fucking love this Abra , well thought out , and written to an exqusite level of imagery and profound emotion. I like how you point out your massive known vulnerability in this , like you know but hell here goes again haha , brilliant piece of poetry my friend I must say .
6th Jan 2010 1:51pm
I am but helpless whimsy swirling on the treacherous tide of life - thanks for your kind words, Paul - they mean a lot.
Anonymous
6th Jan 2010 4:23pm
Gorgeously realised love poem, almost lyrical in it's execution. The opening was an absolute corker; painful, rhythmic and slightly sinister.
6th Jan 2010 5:59pm
Thanks, Priya - I had hoped to achieve a degree of undulation so I am pleased you single that out.
6th Jan 2010 9:27pm
You know the more I look at this I am still not happy with the poem's layout, Jack. But I can't put my finger on exactly what bugs me about it. Maybe, I'll never know.
