Gossamer

to be un-noticed, passed by

for something not worth looking - like a rock, or tree,

an everyday occurance

nothing important (really)...

 

i do not mind,

let me be (just because) i do not need

the acceptance of a horde of liars

facade of concerns - a forced smile

or a frown when i am down

 

there is no one who will remember me

anyhow

anywhere

anytime

when my guts are spilled

upon the ground

in front of you, now

 

when the truth is out

 

and the only person i wish

to see me,

is the mists of midnight's longing

and the fertility of stars

as the hours turn my eyes

inward

 

my lovely mistake

even the ones you make

i wish you would see

 

will you?

want to?

 

complete the cycle

the pain of bites

from your mouth relieves me

with a kiss

in an aftermath of trident tears

in the deep

 

of this life with you

who does not wish to see

me

even when i am robed

in nothing's beauty

 

even when i'm buried

 

will you?

want to?

live the truth and burn

 

what am i

to an emperor

who dresses his sons

in gossamer?

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"will you?

want to?

live the truth and burn



what am i

to an emperor

who dresses his sons

in gossamer?"

I felt the raw emotions in this wonderful poem...:)......................................

[Seriana]

Wow! Stunning this piece is. So full of pain. So direct and truthful. And so very sad. I enjoyed this piece very much. I have a thing for the word gossamer, it's what drew me in to this. And you did an absolutely wonderful job with it. Definitely not your expected topic for the word, but it was most powerful. Nicely done!