The Apostasy

The Apostasy

Her silhouette shimmering past-

-My out-stretched shivering hand

Her remnants, scattered across my heart

A deluge of ache and the longing art

 

I’ve been rambling in these ruins

In a dire quest for retrieval

But the damage is far greater than

To attempt and relive the utopia;

The cloud I once lived under

That sheltered me from the burning sun

 

What have I got left to hold on to?

Besides this full spectrum loss

What else have I to mourn?

Other than this forsaken past

 

She was all that ever mattered:

As I shrieked and chattered

A battering bite: shred the tongue

Gashing lips from the despair I had sung

 

This is the waking shrapnel

Of reality and tangibility

To wound the ever straying soul

Lost forever in an effortless haul

   

Reviews

[Alicante lullaby]

sad and full of longing.like a planet out of its orbit.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Wonderfully sad and longing write for what used to be; what might have been.

[Elaine]

This is really beautiful i love the despretness of it. keep writing.

[Siguard]

DAMN !! i know you'v been trying to get me to start writing and i think you'v succeeded with this poem
"She was all that ever mattered:
As I shrieked and chattered"
gave me shivers down my spine, because even tho its a poem of sadness and pain, i can see rays of hope coming out of it that others are going through the same thing's as me :) !

[alesuriko]

Good words, wonderful descriptive. Always in expressive detail with extensive metaphor.

[Kristen]

This flows nicely and the pain of this poem really shines through. Good write!

- S.T.

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a sadness of questioning that lingers in your words, like a cold wind after the rain has passed. Beautifully voiced in a profound and reaching way. Excellent write!

[Constance-Outspoken]

Beautifully expressed sense of loss and regret. Most of us have been there... I hope I never am again, and wish that no one else ever had to be. A pleasure to read you, though, as always.

[Poetic Beauty]

I can relate all too well to this poem. I feel like this many of day well actually every day. At least I am friends with my love and my only true love. In this poem you have poured your heart and soul into to it and the emotions come through loud and clear. Nicely done.

[Bette]

i love the words that you used, well done