And I Purge

 

as the moans of passion fell

so did the tears of pain

like lava crawling over arctic snow

so it changed the face of me

for just as we parted

I knew

never again...

 

we shared the shadow of forever

and then the night came

my restless ways held the truth

of frustration

and the pain

of foolishness

I fell

so far...

 

inside I drag the weight of relief

and the stress of happiness

my anxiety mocks my achieved formality

so now which is worse?

to long for and never reach

or to reach

and grasp

and fall...

Reviews

[Allie O]

Wow! so awesome....wow...speechless!

[Bmwible]

So touching and to the point but subtle. I really enjoyed your poem.