A RefreshingA Poem by Kwiksie IfedioraLacking a hunger and thirst for the only person who should matter...is THE recipe for a health disaster.Refreshing. The
only word which comes to mind at the moment. I
just had a wonderful time and I really had no idea how much I’ve missed this. There
was the longing alright, But
lacking was my effort to fulfill it. The
drops drew patterns down my face but none of that even helped one bit. Oh, but this did! I’d
become faint in my yearning for you, So
faint I could hardly see the ‘me’ where there was once us two; So
faint that even in the full glare of your love, I was still missing. Yes,
I grew faint…quite vividly. This
was all by my doing though, I take full credit! Because
the more I grew less, the greater my descent. I
kept tripping and slipping and falling in my weakness But
then along came your arms and Just
before I hit the ground, I
was cocooned in an embrace so warm, The
cold hand of loneliness had to release me. Each
time I think about it, I find a refreshing. You
caught me---and held on! To
be honest, I didn’t think you’d bother anymore Because
each time I told you I’d stay I walked out the door. And
then I’d procrastinate my promises until they didn’t exist anymore, Leaving
my heart’s core out of the conversation, Yet
talking my lips sore. And
what was it all for? Nothing. You
had nothing to lose; the loss was becoming my possession. The
fewer the times we got to communicate, the greater our intimacy’s regression. Of
your gigantic heart I took advantage, Like
de-prioritizing you was no big deal; Shutting
you out and wondering; “Why
are we no longer speaking?” Acting
as though familiar with all that ever concerned you With
the knowledge that ALL the vast things I knew, Summed
up to nothing when my calculating was through. You
see, I do love you. But
too often I lose my concentration Only
to once more find it congregating with worthless distractions. Times
without number I’d be excited and eager, Hardly
able to contain it as I anticipate our meet; Filling
my mind with images of you speaking to me words so sweet. But
then the world existing outside ours wearies my body And
so I promise you tomorrow; Though
such promises are fickle because they came from me. Now
you’ve refreshed me and I’m so undeserving But
unlike before this is the part where I’m done digressing. I’m
sorry if till now, my love has been hoarded; From
now on, you’re the permanent vault in which this heart will be treasured. I
know, for no reason, I’ve been extremely wicked But
that self is currently deceased and will ever be warming death’s bed. © 2013 Kwiksie IfedioraAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on August 12, 2013 Last Updated on August 12, 2013 Tags: Yearn, seek, longing, neglect, dispassionate, revived, refreshed, awakened, satisfied. AuthorKwiksie IfedioraPort Harcourt, NigeriaAboutCarrying His yoke because it's lighter than my sin, shining His light because minus it, i'm all dim. So now, thanks to my rebirth, my race for heaven defines my walk on earth. :) LoveMyProfile... more..Writing
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