Tell Me, Tell Me

In all honesty, I'm not sure what this is. I'm sitting here on the computer in this office while my grandmother is in a meeting! Now I'll watch Hannibal! :)

Where are you this time?

Have you left for some place better,

or do I no longer matter?

Tell me, tell me, what can I do?

Laying here waiting, listening for you.

Every whisper is a demon I chase down;

down, down, down - until I've reached my end.

Even then I'm stuck between two worlds,

but sometimes it's easier to play pretend.

Tell me, tell me, what can I do?

I'm still searching, needing you.

Though my heart is torn raw,

I stumble and crawl -

I'm still so far from where I want to be.

Where are you this time?

Have you left for some place worse,

or have we been under the same exhausting curse?

Tell me, tell me, what can I do?

I can't save myself when I'm too busy saving you.

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

I love the way you incorporate the repeating lines. This poem has deep emotion, vivid imagery and a sense of palpable insight. The way you words form together is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.