Beggar for Love

Beggar for Love

The ticking of the clock

masks the conversation

relived in my head,

of the promises you made

but didn’t keep.

The DVD is simply background noise as

I float in this bloated,

black ocean of your silence

where deceit has cast me.

Yesterday I had plans,

I had dreams; believed in us.

Today, everything is smashed

like driftwood upon rocks

in a raging Norwegian sea.

In those waves I now drown,

a simple beggar

who was hungry for love

and driven to swim,

despite the undertow,

to catch the tide of hope.

 

06/08/13

Author's Note

Reviews

[s y e]

This is a really powerful write John, it's really sad, and emotional. Sometimes writing what you're feeling helps a lot, it's what we need to do sometimes. A really powerful write, you're still great as ever, just keep your head up and be strong!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Noodles. I know. Been there a few times.

[s y e]

Sorry hon, it really sucks.

[AYVID N]

This is powerful and reminds me of death, which in a way, it is.

This too shall pass and we will learn to swim again though the waters may not be so beautiful, so inviting again. Just a dull, grey, tepid expanse keeoing one afloat, but with stability and consistency.

Loved the write. You were great as ever.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

And you sweet Divya as gracious as ever. many thanks.

[AYVID N]

You are welcome.

[Archangel Gabriel]

Sad......................

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Very!.....................