Unknown

Absurd reality

Well, You hold my hand

As I sit beside the thorns

You are worried I might not sleep

Well, You can go in deep, so deep

You lose Yourself in me,

You can still wake up to smell the burn

You can still burn the hand You held…

Yes, You held my hand when I was there

When I was busy, so busy

So busy in this crazy fire…

You’re drunk tonight,

You were drunk that night,

You run with open hair,

You float in the sky, feather light

You still dig the place I’m buried.

My fierce life, Your warm hand

You knew the way, I’m sure

Unscathed You were,

When You came out of water

You let the waves push me back…

Yes, You forgot to hold me back,

Just as You forgot to hold my hand,

Just as You forgot to put out the fire

The one that burnt all night and day

In the forest which made me lose my way

Yes, the wind was gone,

The leaves were awry

The birds feared some unknown wrath

But You were drunk that night with fiery eyes

You ran, You flew with open hair

Yes, You knew Your way, I’m sure…

Dark the times they were

Dark the times they are,

When You forgot to hold my hand,

Cold, beside the thorns

And we got drunk, you and I

Alone, with the great Unknown.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You appear to have a knack of writing with passion and intrugue. This feels a somewhat sombre account of love lost as one is betrayed by another. some of the phrasing is very original and once more I found myself trying hard to visualise this scene to make sense of it.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Yes, indeed, I believe that this is something I need to work on - organise my thoughts with some clarity, for better visualisation.

[Markus Anthony]

Those words can mean lot the the writer. It seemed like free-written poem as thoughts and feelings flow like river that meets the sea. Well conveyed see-saw of emotions.

[Leviari]

A very intriguing poem. I am very jealous of your last stanza! Truly great closing.

[Siddhartha Chatterjee]

Thank you.