The Wave

The Wave

Again..

The rain will come..

Too late..

Is it too late?..

The rain has taken all the rest of me..

Standing in the presence of my consolation..

I have always abandoned my vessels..

Again..

The rain will come..

Too late..

Am I too late?

The wave is coming..

It's caving in on me..

I'm left dead..

Crushed..

Loved?..

Hated..

The spiteful discharge of inhuman hatred..

Hits me like the smell of death..

Staying inside my dreams..

Dancing around my bed..

Desecrating me?..

Dissecting me?..

F*****g me?..

Hating me?..

Again..

The rain will come..

Too Late..

Is this too late?..

For all the letters..

For all the letters..

For all the letters..

For all the letters..

For all the love..

For all the hate..

For all the songs..

For all the tears..

And all I left you with was words..

And all you left me with was tears..

And the tears dried..

And the hate died..

And after all the sex, the drugs and the love..

The hearts intertwined withered..

And the wounds closed..

Silver rings melting in the ashes..

Wars of old that never ended..

They just died..

Again..

The rain will come..

Too late..

Were we too late?..

Author's Note

Honest Opinion

Reviews

[Dayran]

A Scandinavian yodels to cause an avalanche ... so that there's control over the build up of snow ... and it doesn't cause an unexpected accident. You have to ask yourself ... ' how much of what you get into ... is stuff you are doing yourself?' Nice write.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the flow of thoughts in your poem. I could feel the struggle and the regret.
"Desecrating me?..
Dissecting me?..
F*****g me?..
Hating me?.."
Some days can feel worst than others. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Always good to read your words.
Coyote