I know her from before.

Killing me inside, a little more each day.
Her youth and beauty seek to destroy the old,

diseased, rotting shell that I have become.
Without I am no more than just the sum of abandoned memories.

My younger self so long forgotten.
All I hold dear is a nail of light,

driven deep into the core of my sadness and dark.
It consumes me, till even the thought of my self slowly fades and perishes.

Reviews

[Michelle N. H.]

It is striking how the beauty of a lone person can affect us with such ease. I'm fond of this poem, it's quite wonderful.

[R. L. Hill]

"All I hold dear is a nail of light...." This is my favorite phrase. Ugh, I love it

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. The story in the poem made me want to read and know more. The strong statements took me to dark and lonely places. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[ProCoacoa]

You are such a powerful writer. I don't know how else to describe it but say that your words leave haunting echoes in the readers' minds.

Really strong writing (virtual thumbs up)