The Glass

You know the glass is poisoned, but what can you do?

It stays in front of me, the glass,

Filled with the ichor of gods,

Filled with thousands of lies

Filled with the most beautiful of chords.

 

My lips are dry, my heart will soon follow

I am thirsty, but not of wine

I want to drink from the lifeblood of your love

From your abundance of dreams, I want to dine.

 

I hear music coming from the glass

Every night it sings the same treacherous song

I don’t want to hear it, I want to resist

But I’m afraid I won’t resist too long.

 

It’s calling me, I can hear its whisper,

“I am your love; I am what you crave!”

No, my love left me and I remain alone,

I won’t give in to you, I’m trying to be brave!

 

I think again of you, my long lost hope

Come back to me, to ease my pain

Come back from the nothingness your soul now resides

Come back to me, to the one you’ve slain.

 

Ah, but you can’t come back to me again!

You left my world to go to heaven,

What is dead cannot return to life

What is dead remains dead forever!

 

And here I am, thinking of you,

And doubt comes crawling in my mind

It whispers its hellish tune:

“Your relief is here, within your sight!”

 

I want to take it but your image stops me

Your beautiful face invades my every cell

But then again, you are lost forever…

Your soul’s in heaven, and I am here, in hell!

 

I take the glass and I then I feel numb

Finally, the pain ends… with it, my humanity

Your beautiful face slowly leaves my mind…

Your soul is in heaven, mine is in reality.

Reviews

[Schatzi]

Hello Marius Negulici,

I have just a few notes I took while reading:

My lips are [dry; my heart will soon follow

I don't want to hear [it; I]

It's calling [me; I]

No, my love left me[,] and I remain alone,

I won't give [into] [you; I or you, and I or you. I]

I want to take [it,] but your image stops me

But then again, you are lost forever [. . .- unnecessary ellipsis]

I take the glass and [I- delete extra I]

Finally, the pain ends [. . .- unnecessary ellipsis]

Your beautiful face slowly leaves my mind [. . .- unnecessary ellipsis]

Your soul is in [heave; mine]

Please note, these are just suggestions.

Thank you for sharing!

Kind regards,

Schatzi

[Donyay Thomas]

i understand the pain and i can feel it, you did an amazing job

[ReedWrite]

I feel your pain in these words...and understand where it comes from. Whether the 'glass' calls to us because of a lost loved one...or a traumatic event in our lives...pain seeks to drown itself in the elixir that promises everything and delivers nothing. The oblivion is short-lived...and when we wake, our pain and loss is as acute as it ever was...and the need to drink one more drought, stronger. You expressed it very well in this poem. Kudos.