Half a Human

Half a Human

A Poem by Mark

When will the darkness
be just the end
of the light?

I swirl fast trying to bring her in
sight.

Sometimes, she is a face in blurred
pastel,

then she fades, into the black.

Never here.again. So then
I go on
forgetting the ache, the wishing.

When will I be enough?
not this empty half loaf
this stupid, longing pain oaf.

Just enough. life lived.
without the longing...

I stuff it down, hide it away in the darkness.
My Wishing pushed away, where it won't hurt
where if I don't look for it
I can smile and be

at peace

with never finding her.

© 2016 Mark


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This reads so sad, not continuing to look may be missing a great opportunity. Nice write. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


Mark

8 Years Ago

Well, there's not looking and there's being open to the possibility. :)
Life is hard. Never gives us what we want.
"Just enough. life lived.
without the longing..."
Longing and hope is the last part to leave my friend. Thank you Mark for sharing your excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


To love someone and not feel worthy of them turns love into suffering. A powerful write here, Mark:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Pryde Foltz

8 Years Ago

Sounds trite ... but accepting yourself as worthy really is the first step:) Namaste, Mark:)
Mark

8 Years Ago

Thanks, but really that's not it for me. I accept me and continue working on what i want me to be. F.. read more
Pryde Foltz

8 Years Ago

Go inside when you are lonely ... that is meditate. Bring yourself to a clear mind and then imagine .. read more

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Mark
Mark

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