Unrequited Fantasy

Unrequited Fantasy

A Poem by Verdant Cynic

Without you

Life a dull ache

The radiant sunlight

A sickening pale

Pleasure repugnant

Stomach churning

Sleep elusive

Feverish dreams

Lingering sadness

Vivid memories

Hungover awakening


Gone like mist

Flesh torn asunder

Seared in my mind

Your comforting embrace

A heated pace

A gentle voice

A cry of ecstasy

Joyful laughter

Stolen by another

Tender touch

Sealed betrayal


My beloved

You're a passing wisp

A fleeting dew

In barren darkness

Of my heart's desolation

A droplet of water

A mirage of oasis

A lie of salvation

© 2014 Verdant Cynic


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This poem represents the embodied experience of emotion, or the emotional nature of embodied experience. I don't want to sound reductionistic, but the neurochemistry of relational loss is similar to that of chemical withdrawal. The symptoms are similar and profoundly color our mood, our memory, and our perspective on reality. We feel it in our gut, and this visceral experience informs our soul, for better or for worse.
You words really drew me in. I found myself feeling strongly empathic. Thanks for the experience.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This poem has strong descriptions of pain and beauty intertwined-I find it interesting that we subconsciously, and repeatedly hit the replay button before we move on. I guess it is all a part of coming to terms-grieving perhaps. Thought provoking. Thanks for sharing this piece.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I have heard of unrequited love and this is new and unique...Bravo

Posted 10 Years Ago


Absolutely loved this:) Really beautifully written

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Verdant Cynic
Verdant Cynic

Seattle, WA



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Writing is my expression. It's the sympathetic ear to my struggles of life. It's the lure in the water, seeking the connection from one who might fish it out. I seek those who can add to my words.. more..

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