Why Do You Haunt Me?

Why Do You Haunt Me?

A Poem by Jules

The attention you gave wasn't meant to receive
It bears forth and thrusts itself inside of me
Guilt lays open from the wound within
And fragile as I lay, I had let you begin

Dark and cold like it wasn't meant to be
Forever barking in the dead silence, I cannot see
What do you think of next and are you afraid?
Does your mind twist and bleed while trying to escape?

Words shoot out without knowing where they've been
They fall from lips, hindered and clouded with Sin
Heavy air breaks apart and diffuses your curse
Never again will I feel your unwanted hurtful words

I will surely stand my ground with both feet planted
Meditation will surround, for without you, I am enchanted
Delicate flowers grow abundantly below
I'll only pick the wild ones, to show you I have grown

When the night cold air boils from your soul
You'll finally start to realize, it is you who is getting old
Your weary ways will cause you to surrender
Until then, I'll forget you exist, except when I remember

 

© 2008 Jules


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wow mom that was amazing!!!!! the ending was the best part! [[like a lot of other people think]]
you really inspire me! i think i'll have to really expand my vocab to catch up to you though! XD

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

*nods*....I like this.

it didn't go the way I thought it would...I think the title may have deceived me at first....but definitely....a strong acknowledgment and dusting off of pain...your last line tucked it in just right.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the last line the best. it sums up the ending fact:

"Until then, I'll forget you exist, except when I remember"

I believe that in all of this, pain lives and thrives. it makes us stronger. Amazing job!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem is of strength, of standing, of comfronting,
once and for all the negativity gone. Yes, we have the
memories, but they are to help us learn and grow.
This is a good poem, and welcome to WC...AD

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A tendril of thought penetrates the darkness collecting memory for the reminence of heartache. A very dark write with a touch of light to penetrate with hope. Good write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Jules
Jules

Coloma, MI



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I am... a mother, a giver, a lover, a sinner, a friend, sometimes broken...but always there. I am human. I love poetry, but I love writing it even more. more..

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