Vanilla Essence

I'm torturing myself

Staring at your pictures

Your voice echos

Through empty figures

The shadows beckon me

To go back to the past

Through all the memories

We knew wouldn't last

Your scent is stuck

Inside my nose

Vanilla essence

A hint of rose

I try.. Oh I try

But you don't seem to care

Not your responcibility

They're my nightmares

Vines crawl over my body

They wrap around my lungs

Crawling up my chest

They wrap around my tongue

I can no longer breathe

Or speak on my own

I'm lost in a landfill

Where memories roam

The darkness is coming

It swallows me whole

I'm stuck being strong 

'Til it swallows my soul

Vanilla, Vanilla

A misery?

A memory?

I no longer know.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing tale. The poem got better with each additional line. I like the use of smell and mystery to make your point in the poem. I like the ending a lot. Left a open door for question and possibility. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[silverwritinggoddess]

This was awesome! I came across your poem in the related writing section (not to mention I like vanilla) so I could find something else to read. Thanks for bringing your poem to life!

[kublakhan27]

I first started reading simply cuz I like the vanilla scent, but once I started reading I started feeling the real emotion behind it...a powerful piece that I can relate to, well done^^

[Ees]

Fantastic job. We've all been there. it starts with pictures and then the memories come to life. I can offer you no critique or advice as you have executed this poem in a wonderful way.

[Simon Welsh]

The past... she is a demon. Nice work :)

[B-poet]

This is very a creatively unique and eloquent poem. What's the source of misery or a memory relating to one of the five senses. It's nobody else but the bitter sweet scent of vanilla essence. Great write. A compelling and enjoyable read. :)

[Jon Roggie]

Nicely done.
"I'm stuck being strong
'Til it swallows my soul"

[Charisma Moonfairy]

This poem would seriously make me want to forget the scent of vanilla ever existed and yet would make me crave to smell it all over again just for a taste of the misery and memories that come with it. An excellent read and write my friend

[Dhaye]

So wonderful! I like the flow of words.
*typo= Not your responcibility----responsibility

The last stanza is captivating.
"Vanilla, Vanilla
A misery?
A memory?
I no longer know."

In general, this is great.