buried grievances

insomnia and thoughts that tail it

Over a decade ago, I was taken by thoughts

Long years of wandering at night

Rummaging through foliage

Searching for those that were ripe

Though lapses of candlelight

Gusts and blizzards and rain

Has left me at times

With only husks of emotions to claim.

 

The joyous feeling of straight coffee

At night, caffeine abusing my brain

Making mind flitter across words

Leap gaps of time and images

A mouse nerves rattled racing floorboards

 

Because it isn’t night without you

And sleep isn’t rest

Just a Pollock painting of my history

Wrenched from my chest

 

So I lay nude on my mattress

Absorbing the warmth of the sun

A dismal substitute for you in my arms

 

Buried my grievances

You can dance; I admit you’ve won.

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~ heartbreaking poetry, monsieur... and i relate to it a lot... the imagery is to die for... the second stanza is particularly amazing for me... it reminds me of so many things that i am stunned... ~ absolutely consuming poetry... ~ for me, for whatever it's worth, and i know i am a random stranger, but you won... you really did... by feeling the intensity of someone's absence... i read an exquisite poem once that had a line in it i cannot forget... it was "your absence sleeps next to me now"... this piece by you is in the same league of masterpieces as that one...