A hand craves for the fabrics of a world to fend for itself and save another being, "Just trust me," and I dip the floor, dress flowing out like an umbrella of the imagination, and I dip to the floor, secured at the waste, trusting, trusting, trusting , , ; .
and he drops me...
My ribs crack two by two, the wind knocks out of me like gasps of betrayal. I grope the smooth grounds but my fingers Do slip again and again, Yet I still asked,
"Where,
where are
you?"
Sobs belated, discombobulated, thoughts astray and misery's hand warms my slender fingers, I turn my face away;
My powdery cheek rests against the concrete, eyes struggling to stay awake. Grays sheeting my vision, fogs shading the sights, the cold frigid floor feels worse and somehow numbs out the pain, I shall no longer feel.
A squeeze at my shoulder shocks my eyes open, a call for my name with scary insight to line it, I meet my eyes with the source of the pain, and a sigh of relief chills my neck up and down. It frigidly breathes in unison with my pulse,
I hear it and feel it, Two bodies, two souls, Athump and Athump Lalalala ..a... lalalala...
"Where,
where are
you?"
Singing together With ties that doth be severed... & Pairs of hearts, on the icy floors of blackness,
This is on incredible poem with deep meanings on so many levels.. I love the use of punctuation in this.. definitely different and only aids the poem along. Excellent write!
Excellent! This is deep and meaningful, perfect structure too love! A really emotive poem, the falling, decline, piece by piece! Raw and really powerful xx
A very stunning poem to read.
Every word you said painted an image of emotions in my head.
"A hand craves for the fabrics of a world
to fend for itself and save another being,"
Love it :)
Wow, deep and intense my friend, and so very full of passion
"A squeeze at my shoulder shocks my eyes open,
a call for my name with scary insight to line it,
I meet my eyes with the source of the pain,
and a sigh of relief chills my neck up and down."
It's just a wonderful poem, it kind of seems like an oxymoron to me. The pain is so much for him or her that they crave it. Beautiful piece! :)