Left in the Sun

An accompany to: I was Wrong, Sorry. About a friend, who never thought it as friendship...

Low hanging clouds tease me when I stop in my tracks,
Your face passes by, uncaring,
No words to speak,
No deserting in the rain for you,
Only the dark overcast to watch us like their puppets
I wish it was raining
It would be a lot easier to dissolve into nothing
I know I would never allow tears to fall
But I still wanted those clouds to let them fall for me.
Take me away from this nightmare in the rising sun
You take it all in stride though,
Unknowing to what you just said to me.
I can't analyze this any other way;
Can't function correctly to think without those thoughts.
Those thoughts of a childish dream;
I had hoped to grow old
Somehow together
Friends our growing family
Surrounding us till the end
All there by different times, different chances,
You would read to the children,
Your voice jumping in excitement.
And I would have to frown at the pain in my cheeks,
As I walked with our friends the smile becoming too far used.
Flower bushes,
Bar-B-Q grill,
The sun warm on our splashed happy faces.
Bound by the same lingering fragrance in the wind,
Tied together by that same feeling in our stomachs,
The smell of comfort.
The feeling of home.
But you tell me this is a realistic world.
In your words you let those friend slip through your fingers,
Those children now can't hear your voice,
And I walk alone now on the single unused trial
The frown no longer needed, but there all the same,
The clouds would bring the wind to a halt
Leaving the grass to become brittle and yellow
Before I walk on glass
No one more deserves your smiles,
You say.
No one else would ever make you laugh,
You persuade yourself.
Thinking yourself too open,
And to everyone you lock out.
Futile, I know it's not,
Possible, I beg to you,
Banging against these gates I shake
Crying out against the howling winds, that the world isn't so bad.
Yet, you turn a deaf ear.
So now you simply walk away,
Letting the overcast become weaker.
The sun, blood red, rising over the tree tops;
Lighting your way.
A salvation you seek.
Ironic, is it not?
Because you walk away from it

Author's Note

Well, how about no colors in the words this time? And less of that mean edge? I don't know which of the two I really like, but I think this one is more of what went through my head at the moment.
Again never meant to seem like this was a romantic; it is not. This was merely a sense of friendship snapped by the wrong words.
Opposite poem?: Sorry I was wrong
Warning: color alert
You have been warned!
Tell me which you like better!

Reviews

[nothingnothingforgetfor..]

Hmm.. a very different piece by far to the prior. Almost like the 2 sides of you explaining the situation, and this makes it all the more enlightening. You paint an intricate picture of one sided smiles and dreams. It sounds like this individual is a very closed sort if person, but i can assure you in that head of this said individual thoughts are swirling around faster than you could imagine. He might want to say things he can't bring himself to say, and might act in a way to protect himself. Confused and tangled and unsure which road to take. Either way this sounds like a pickle, and sometimes its best to eat the pickle if you know it might go rotten, and it will be a pretty damn good pickle. Best of luck. Very well penned.

[realmwriter]

Well Id say this is a very good sumation of how you felt and of how you wished that it was and maybe still could be. You hold out hope and that is a good thing, never let it go...It might not be a romance but it seems very romantic to me. If these words were directed to me, they would have made me cry for sure...!