The Chill

The Chill

A Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

 

 

I feel a chill in your kiss

   like the cold, February wind that rushes through my veins

 

Oh, how I long for the soft tenderness of your touch

  It has now become strangely vacant

      and...

your warm embrace seems to have lost its fire

    You no longer stroke my face while I sleep

 

Suddenly...

    The warmth is gone from your touch


       I swallow the pain down inside

 I don't want to notice that the kiss may be ending

 

Why can't you just say it instead of silently pulling away

    do the risks seem too high to take a chance?


The painful feelings in my soul bring many tears to my eyes


We used to find love in quiet, hidden places

      you without pity, I without shame


         Who has taken my place

         Entered my space


How should I know you would tire of me so soon?

   When we walk together you no longer hold my hand


Together we could make things right

          your silence is deafening

My heart cries out in silent pain

     where do I go from here'?

 

Raindrops pour their rain washing away my hopes

       of me and you

I lift my face to the sky and feel the rain slide down my face

       I am blinded by this angst

                  Oh God...

           Where do I go from here?
 


 



All poems written  and copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A   ‘ Pas De Duex' of Rhythm and Visions ~

 

© 2011 anne p. murray- LadeeAnne


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Such sadness and longing here Anne. It tears at the heart. Huuuuuuuuugggggssssss

Posted 13 Years Ago


Heaven is hell... and hell is waiting for heaven's return... a dual-sided coin where even the edge draws blood - and tears have life and a home.

Chris

Posted 13 Years Ago


Feel free

Posted 13 Years Ago



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anne p. murray- LadeeAnne

Birmingham, AL



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