Pathetic

I presume this is where I travel on

a path slighted by arthritis branches

poison ivy avaricious for skin

with this known to me

moving my feet is not an option

I cannot glance back for fear of

becoming salted,

a sculpture

 

I will always think of you

as rain trickles through leaves

falling on to my nose in torment

when birds arouse the morning sun

my heart will ache for something

my mind has put into hiding

 

I know you will think of me

hunger, taste, satisfaction

anger, raged words, forgiveness

grasping hold of, letting go

tears of sorrow, ecstasy

 

You will then decide your path

a conduit you mocked before

so delicious in vanity

a trail trodden down by

your own two feet

It is then, you will realize

you have caught up with me

Author's Note

Give it to me straight!

Reviews

[luthien7]

I think this flows beautifully. It has a tragic sense to it... my favorite is the last stanza, "...so delicious in vanity | a trail trodden down by | your own two feet..." you have a lot to say in these few words.
Thanks for the read

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I had to read it a few times. The first time through your words had such a natural flow that I got swept up in them without searching for meaning. (which is always a good thing in my opinion). The first stanza is very good, great imagery, sounds like you're stuck, or trapped. Can't move your feet, can't look back ("Remember Lot's wife"), for fear of becoming salted. A classic tragic love poem, broken relationships, I like your perspective on what the other person will feel, implying that someday they too will catch up with you, and be trapped as well. (my interpretation, anyway)