Skeleton

My morbid way of letting go of someone who held my heart in the palm of his hand and then crushed it into a million tiny pieces.

Everything to no one is what you have become...
Perfect imperfections remain your only offering
Your clarity rings in on high but can not be heard anymore
Because you have no substance left to your soul.

 

Once loved by many, now sought by none...
The tingling sensation that fulfill your desires will forever rule your heart
Those small small sacrifices become the collateral damage for the freedom in your soul
Or at least you think they are worth the price paid...

 

But one day, you will look at the skeleton you have become
Withered away and numb
Oh, will it all be worth it in the long run?
One day, you'll want it all back, everything I have lost...

 

I have accepted my defeat and am moving on

I have come to terms with my pain

Have you?

It will all hit you someday

And you will finally realize

 

Nowhere has lead to the means to your end
Used up and all alone with nothing left to offer anyone...
Not even to me...

 

1-16-08

Reviews

[Michael X]

Nicki- your words speak at the core depth of the heart and spoken in a most resting voice.
a true putting the past behind..leaving all of your suffering to him who abonadoned the right to love,

skeleton, bare and meaningless.. the abandonment of emotions cause the reader to dwell
with a soul bound meloncholy effect .. the resonating passion of a broken heart intwines

each word to the next ..beautiful, brilliantly conceptualized understanding of self and future.
Take Care, Mike

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[Legion]

Hollowed husk
withered within
wanting without.


Excellent poem. Hope they got the message if they read it.

[Poeticpiers]

You have moved on as we all need to after love dies.You outline clearly that he is no longer your concern bur express some pity for him in an well written piece of prose