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WHAT I COULD NOT TOUCH
I SAW what I could not touch
beyond the pane of a glass
the distance a mere foot
but the reach beyond doing
Blood thicker than water
they say with a smirk
but I know the meaning
it belies the truth
Such longing is a blade
that cuts beyond the soul
with transgression as insult
a cold silence my shadow
Born into a circle as one
pushed and discarded aside
colors bleed black grey
and red dries with cries
A life review will say
in turmoil, rot and decay
what I could not this day
Express to all who knew
--//--
beyond the pane of a glass
the distance a mere foot
but the reach beyond doing
Blood thicker than water
they say with a smirk
but I know the meaning
it belies the truth
Such longing is a blade
that cuts beyond the soul
with transgression as insult
a cold silence my shadow
Born into a circle as one
pushed and discarded aside
colors bleed black grey
and red dries with cries
A life review will say
in turmoil, rot and decay
what I could not this day
Express to all who knew
--//--
Published 22nd Jan 2013
| Edited 16th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
22nd Jan 2013 2:05pm
Last stanza lost me - but feels like it has meaning specific to the writer (which is totally cool by me).
The rest, though, speaks so deeply of pain. Not fitting in. Not belonging. *knowing* you're on the outside looking in. It hurt to read, realizing someone feels this. If poetry is judged by its ability to spark a reaction/feeling, you've nailed it. Beautifully.
The rest, though, speaks so deeply of pain. Not fitting in. Not belonging. *knowing* you're on the outside looking in. It hurt to read, realizing someone feels this. If poetry is judged by its ability to spark a reaction/feeling, you've nailed it. Beautifully.
26th Jan 2013 4:24am
The last stanza speaks of the "life review" we all see upon our last breath upon death...
"in turmoil, rot and decay"
And what the person (me) has not the heart to say while alive in fear that the truth might hurt those he loves...
"What I could not this day"
and, ultimately, the KNOWING by those he loved so dearly the pain he felt by their indifference to his existence...
"Express to all who knew."
My mother and father abandoned me when I was very young. I have not seen my mother since 1993 and last spoke to her in 2001. I ahve tried to contact but to no avail.
It hurts beyond words.
thank you for your kind words. I am humbled to read your words and feel a touch of warmth by your response.
Phillip
"in turmoil, rot and decay"
And what the person (me) has not the heart to say while alive in fear that the truth might hurt those he loves...
"What I could not this day"
and, ultimately, the KNOWING by those he loved so dearly the pain he felt by their indifference to his existence...
"Express to all who knew."
My mother and father abandoned me when I was very young. I have not seen my mother since 1993 and last spoke to her in 2001. I ahve tried to contact but to no avail.
It hurts beyond words.
thank you for your kind words. I am humbled to read your words and feel a touch of warmth by your response.
Phillip
