Hands Unwilling

You came to me, my darkest hour

showing me how love devour

with my back against a concrete wall

I had no choice but plummet, and fall.

Against your flesh, my heart grew cold

but I did not falter of future untold

I failed to reach for hands unwilling

reaching for them was far too chilling.

Now I stand away from you

there wasn't any, I could do

when your hands held out for mine

a vicious battle, all in good time

Angels wept as I stood fast

refusing to move, holding the past

your lips that brought me to my knees

is now a prison, and my disease.

I wander the earth, a jaded soul

the chains, still taking their unexpected hold

forgiveness is won in time, they say

it lies in the wake of the darkest days.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Such a deep emotion here, Aramey...and it always dismays when men act in this way of taking...very well expressed.

[Aramey]

Thank you for stopping to read, yes, luckily I've been far away from that situations for a time now :)

[Everett DeValle]

I'm glad to hear, Aramey...and you are very welcome my dear friend. :)

[J.V. Stanley]

I see your writing is still as brilliant as ever. I've been MIA on the cafe for a while now, dealing with life, the universe, everything. I find my solace on here yet again and tend to gravitate here when I'm in my dark hour.

Very strong poem as well as strongly worded. I've really missed your writing and am so happy to see you continue it. You have such talent my dear. Take care and keep them coming!

Writing poetry is so cleansing, isn't it?

[Aramey]

Cleansing is an understatement for me, I felt much better after writing this. I hope your dark hour lifts, just as mine did after a short visit here :)

[J.V. Stanley]

Wish I was able to see you when I came down there, things got a bit tight though if you know what I mean. Perhaps someday we'll meet again and hang out and have some coffee. Take care my dear.