A Plea For Closure

... that may never come

Since the day that you made me, yours forever tied

Many moons have passed, many years not speaking

Roads uncertain travelled, lust and love co-mingling

Subconsciously hovering, but these thoughts denied.

 

But how could one be so young and covertly impressioned

Caught in a whirlwind of desire and adulterous longing

Born with want to please, and pleasure its own rewarding

Stealth and hiding intrigue and whisperers abounded.

 

Life’s vibrant hour glass is almost at emptied

Tell me what was being sought, was it love or obsession?

Please say the truth now, before the final destination

All in good time, the Grim Reaper exclaimed…

Reviews

[Renée]

A plea before truth is out of reach.. haunting write, Gray Witch Well Done

[redflutterby]

Im not sure if we can find the truth in some situations. An abusers truth is based on delusion and lies. The victims truth is found over time as they work through what they experienced. Consider that there are murderers who go to their execution still proclaiming innocence regardless of the evidence against them. I imagine it is much the same with abusers...they will protect themselves to the end. This poem is very striking and powerful!!

[Claire Twinn]

What was it all for? Perhaps we'll never know. To me its about trying to create your own happiness despite the s**t life throws at you.

[Coyote Poetry]

The Grim Reapers give us opportunity for good poetry and thoughts. When I was young and foolish. I wanted to be a Nagual. I study the herbs and tried to open my mind. I was led to wild places and people. One day on a beach in Santa Cruz. I met the caretaker and he told me. Death comes and doesn't care who you are. I enjoyed the poem. Made me travel back in time. If we look for the Devil. You can find him. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote