Cover me where I fall-
dead drunk. Lest I become
a rock or some inanimate object
devoid of feeling or emotion.
I need to calm this restless spirit, so
I drink to dull the urge to run, and
I fear for my utter survival; For
I have made eternal enemies.
You- Jay, whom I once called brother,
now plot revenge for imagined transgressions.
Did you not think that I felt your pain
as I transverse this world in your shoes?
As for Noreen, time has not healed the
wounds your knife made as it pierced my flesh,
as I slept with your kiss still moist on my lips
in the coffin of our unsanctified bed.
Now, I go through the motions of the living;
I sleep, I rise, I eat, I work...
nothing disturbs the non-progress
my life is taking. I am the product
of an emotional holocaust.
The generic lack of inertia.
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Go to poetry.com and look up Becky Sue Bell; my poetry from when I was younger, my favorite/best poem I ever wrote is "if tomorrow never comes."
Intersting blog you've got here! I'll have to come back when I have more time and read more!
Hugs
Des
I'm all confuzzled! Is this poetry? There's no rhyming scheme... but my poetic detection organs are showing... a false positive?
Prose! Of course! I can make prose...
Talking up a storm
in the dead of winter
or maybe in the summer.
D'oh! Still not perfected...
Hey Becky,
If it's yours-
I'm sure it's good!
I'll be sure check it out.
desireous,
do come back-
I'm glad to be of interest.
gyrobo-
what can I say;
there are round pegs/ round holes,
square pegs/ square holes,
and those pegs which
you just can't peg!
and I even got you thinking...
nice prose.
Thanks for stopping by.
i feel this in my soul.
the angst. the pain. the betrayal.
keep writing
healing will come
You should try your hand at writing an elegy.
Straight-jacket of a form but fun.
Hi t,
your always so kind, but
I fear I am beyond healing.
For I bear my scars like
notches on a warrior's sword.
Dorian-
I will take your advice-
it sounds like a fasinating
topic.
and Jasmine,
my little water nymth,
you have made a big
splash in my heart.
I've thought about this poem for a couple days. I still haven't thought of anything to say except I'm glad I read it. It touches me in that place of heavy darkness and paralyzing regret, not for what I've done, but for circumstances out of my control.
Hi Theresa,
When I look back,
it still baffles me
how relationships can go so wrong,
especially when everyone seems to have the best intentions.
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