BeaconA Poem by Anna MarieThe middle of Downtown we first beheld each other in delicate gaze Your short stature did no justice to the large presence you commanded in every place You twirled me around and flicked the flame, the first of many fires wed start leaving me dazed Id collect the butterflies, you set free inside of me, put them away and wrap them in delicate lace I wasnt ready for you, and you not ready for me…together we were thrown only to be displaced A night of two awoken flesh,aroused in each others distress, to me you gave a promise of eternity I pushed eternity back into your palm thinking forever was the promise not seeing the reality of it all Not months and barely days later would i awaken after hell to see an empty vessel of you No fire i could ignite to warm your skin, no gaze to meet me , in the eternity you spoke of- now youre dead, gone Here I stayed as you took wings and flew away….you did not consider your promise with me youd stay A promise i wouldn't even accept, but promise nonetheless it was ours the final blaze between us Here in your stead i wake everyday with dread, not knowing who i am or where i even truly exist I cant breathe a breath without seeing your vacant face knowing i knew and couldnt do How do i move forward, how do i break free- knowing my memory is all thats left of me during you It is a me i dont want to repeat, but i cant shed her until we speak Insanity is all thats left, hearing you inside my chest No sign is sign enough and here i am trying so hard to be tough I cant stand on my own two feet knowing you have nothing left to seek I miss your being, your endless charge, you touch and voice and everything and even nothing at all For this ill have to settle, the beacon fire inside my heart that keeps it beating even in all this stark reality That beacon is now all lit up hoping you find your way back out of the dark © 2024 Anna Marie |
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Added on March 3, 2024 Last Updated on March 3, 2024 AuthorAnna MarieErwin, TNAboutWriting since i could form words, with grandmas help. Releasing inner musings, ponderings, joys and pains. Lost my love 1.29.20 every breath I take is in his memory, even when I fall short. Explo.. more..Writing
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