to watch you leave

to watch you leave

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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2005

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to watch you leave...
is to know such pain, its jagged edges ripping into my facade
as a stake from the garden tears in to warm, dark earth

to watch you leave...
knowing that all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep
against your back, nor feel you breathing and the beating of your heart

to watch you leave...
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future
once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be
and the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the sky
and so gently awaiting forever are now but a small piece of my past

to watch you leave...
is to know that I've lost my place of existence, my station, my hearts home
that I will wander, forever a nomad, alone and afraid

to watch you leave...
your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betray nothing of you
I cry for the both of us, my love, because you will not

my troubled dreams watch you leave, over and over again

© 2011 joshua deathdealer


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"to watch you leave" That was breathtaking especially with each stanza increasing the pace as the pain becomes even more unbearable...
Sometimes we have that fear that one day the person we love will walk away harmless but at the same time, why shed tears for an undeserving person like that?
I love the poem and outstanding work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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A poem with a sad and powerful story. Mistakes do repeat in dream and in memory. I like how you made the feeling of being alone come alive with strong statements.
'to watch you leave...
is to know that I've lost my place of existence, my station, my hearts home
that I will wander, forever a nomad, alone and afraid"
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"to watch you leave" That was breathtaking especially with each stanza increasing the pace as the pain becomes even more unbearable...
Sometimes we have that fear that one day the person we love will walk away harmless but at the same time, why shed tears for an undeserving person like that?
I love the poem and outstanding work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

to watch you leave...
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future
once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be
and the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the sky

my fav stanza

Posted 13 Years Ago


oh my... is this how it feels to watch someone leave?? *sobs* i hate long distance relationships... :((

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Saddening stuff here. The third stanza was very moving. Though you never describe the person who is leaving your imagery paints a picture of loneliness and sorrow that is almost palpable.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is an amazing piece. I love it. Favorited. (as usual)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a poignant piece. I love it. I dislike having to leave a person I know and love because I don't know when I will see them again. It brings up memories of childhood for me, even that may not have been the aim of your poem.

Nice work as always.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awe this was really sad...but powerful. You have really great expression in this poem. I liked the imagery too. I think you did a nice job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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