F.M.F.

Today was a black one.

Sweet light dipped in pitch…

I wish I was alone

And no one could cross my bridge…

 

Hate is such an exhausting activity…

So I won’t ever bother for it

Your piece of mind may be in captivity

But these foolish things you will never admit…

 

Sometimes I don’t even know the difference

Between anger, hate and pity….

I just know the exact moments of incurrence

Of the bitterness…eating me swiftly…

 

So why seek comfort…

Where there is none?

This price I can’t afford…

And the damage is always done.

 

I’ll never know the whys…

Maybe it doesn’t even matter

Because otherwise

I wouldn’t know…won’t ever shatter…

  

Even if you planted the roots in my heart -

An outstanding tree of dispassion…

Even if we were miles and miles apart

I became a retrograde….fraction by fraction…

 

So much pain in a short life…

That even time’s not a cure for this sickness

But in a little while

You will get my absence and forgiveness

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved how you used the language.
"Even if you planted the roots in my heart -
An outstanding tree of dispassion…
Even if we were miles and miles apart
I became a retrograde….fraction by fraction…"
The above lines would be a good lead for a complete story. I like the leftover feeling of wanting to know more after reading the complete poetry. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ana B.]

Omg, i was looking through my old poems and i realized i missed this review somehow. A veeery delayed thank you dear John :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Hell my friend and you are welcome. Hard month for me in July. My store inventory month. All work and no play make Johnnie a boring man.

[Ana B.]

haha, hard work and no play describes pretty much everyone i know :) Good luck with the inventory :)

[~]

Dark and sad verses here Ana. But I like your rawness in your poetry. You always say it like it is girl!!!

[Ana B.]

Thank you for the best words girl! Love your reviews :D

[ANTO]

I really felt the pain in this write Ana. I do appreciate that we will experience the darkness in our lives - You're right though when you said earlier on another review that the darkness permits us to enjoy the stars.
This is truly moving.
Thank you for asking me to review this - it was an honour and a pleasure dear poet.
:)

[Ana B.]

Thank you for always knowing what to say dear reader :) I am the one who is honored to be at the receiving end of these beautiful words.

[R Smith]

This is one dark poem Ana, so much pain it makes me ask if you're ok and did you just invent it purely from imagination which i hope is the answer, which ever is the outcome you put before us another delicious dish to be savoured, just so much poetry in your soul its a wonder to behold :)

[Ana B.]

Thank you my dear for stopping by in my (today's) obscure lil world. Pain is a constant in our lives, i guess this is the measurement of our strength....who knows...

[R Smith]

I think you're right, we can measure strength from pain, to live through it brings growth both mentally and spiritually :)