A Slow Second Hand.

I have filled the pages

Of notebooks,

Spiraling with words.

I have painted canvas

With faces,

And flowers,

And shame.

I have nothing,

For what is there to own?

Love, I give away,

Hate, I disdain,

Joy, I forsake,

Pain, I dissipate.

I have nothing.

My flesh and blood

Are vapor,

And my soul is this paper.

I have felt,

I have cried,

But now I do naught

But sit, and wait.

I wait for the day

When I am the one, the only,

For the night that is far from lonely.

I wait, because I must.

I wait, because I can.

I wait, because I have nothing.

I wait, because you have it all.

Reviews

[Moineau]

Artists always become disembodied don't they? Ever have the experience where you are looking down at yourself, as in a lucid dream? This is what I see here. You are looking at yourself from afar. Not to sound like a sententious motivational speaker but you are the one with all the power. Look at the wise woman in the future when you are sitting against a tree at night. Look at the moon when she become gibbous, anticipating the sun's revelatory light. All sadness is but a cycle of nature. It waxes and wanes with no need to complete. Anyway, I like this piece. It begins with a peaceful image of the artist at work, expectorates in the middle, and surrenders in the end -- cycles of nature I tell you. This is a snapshot of every sincere truth seeking human being and represents the entire gamut of emotional depth. Your free flowing rhapsodic style makes me feel where you are at. Communicate!

[Bennett Logan]

I really like this! All is temporary, nothing lasts, and that's just fine. You convey the sentiment well and you do so by painting a very clear picture for your reader to see. Definitely keep up the good work.

[HeartsBinded]

This pieces is beautiful, and I can empathise.

"I wait, because I must.

I wait, because I can.

I wait, because I have nothing.

I wait, because you have it all."

I know this feeling all tooooo well:)

Well written, exceptionally expressed:)
This is a wonderful write.

[Kimberly]

I like this a lot. I've never been good at poetry myself and I admire those who can write with such passion and power as you did with this piece. I especially like: "I wait, because I have nothing./I wait, because you have it all."

It reminds me a little of that song by Evanescence "My Immortal", the chorus goes:
"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along"

It is a powerful emotion, feeling as if you've given everything to something and you are still waiting (perhaps in vain) for something to be given back.