Broken Glass Hallways

A woman's grief over the death of her first love; a relationship fraught with problems but full of a love they both knew was never in doubt.

 

 

 

BROKEN GLASS HALLWAYS

 

 

Do you feel me now?

 

Is it cold there?

 

Or are you like a

 

Sad magician,

 

Still trying to

 

Dazzle me--

 

All jokes and tricks--

 

Yet always (still)

 

Missing your mark?

 

 

 

 

My skin burns for you. 

 

My heart can't stop  

 

The dread of knowing,

 

What I didn't know!

 

It haunts me.

 

You haunt me (I miss you).

 

You've always haunted me…

 

Aching to feel

 

Your never touch.

　

  

 

 

　

 

 

How long did you study

 

The blasted gun?

  

Deliberate,

 

Roll it in your hand and

 

Think of me…after.

 

The shards of pain

 

Behind your sparkling smile

 

Shredding the numbness

 

You hid so well.

 

When did your world become

 

A futile waste?

 

When the comic

 

Stopped hearing

 

The hollow laughs?

 

 

 　　

 

The shadows and

  

Night alleys full of

  

Dark sparks--

 

Once you visited,

 

Did the darkness

 

Burrow in the recesses

 

Of your severed dreams?

 

Too soon to become,

 

The ether of clarity--

 

That push that pulled you through,

 

Grabbed your wisp of hazy reality

 

And carried you to

 

Your tipping point.

 

 

 

 

　

I no longer

 

 

Crawl through

 

Broken glass hallways for you--

 

 

When you would

 

Unwrap me like a

 

Glossy red bow, and

 

Devour me whole.

 

Just to walk away and

 

Vanish again--

 

Leaving me

 

Tattered, in ash.

 

Broken, in strings.

　　

 

　

 

Only now...well,

 

 

There is no now.

  

Joke's on me--

 

Night fell for you.

 

And you leave me here,

 

To weep and

 

Slowly,

 

Retie the bow.

 

 

 

　

　

 

　

Author's Note

I've renamed this poem from "Tied" to "Broken Glass Hallways."

It's also quite different from the original version. I've tried to make it more descriptive, as well as less vague and hopefully more relatable to anyone who has experienced not only the end of an intense relationship but also the death or suicide of a loved one.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is no criticism of you and it is not a slam of anyone.
I am trying to see your problems in relation to my
experiences and nothing happens. No, none of my
loves have committed suicide, or went mad. Most of them
just saw greener grass on the other side of the fence.
My point of view is, they obviously were defective, so good
by and good luck----next !

I enjoyed your poem, it is well constructed, lilting, easy to
read and intelligent. Wish I could understand how you feel.
Ah ! I think I know, you are still trying to figure out how he
felt, therefore you are still attracted to the unobtainable.

No you don`t get any advice, you already know all the answers.
What you want is tenderness, unstanding, empathy. Hell !
help yourself, I am just bursting with helpfulness, every man is.
The fair damsel shall not want, we will soothe her .

Sorry for the cynicism, it goes with the tender feelings.

------Eagle Cruagh

[abby.]

i love this. i dont like the way it was spaced out, but the poem really showed a lot of emotion and figurative language.

[Nicole]

This is one of my favorite poems ever. xD
I love love love the emotion behind this poem.
And the third stanza is my favorite part.
Good job. :)

[Brandon]

Very strong piece. Great job.

[Que]

I loved this poem, especially the last stanza. The grief it entails but also it gives a sense of hope, because the bow is being retied, dispite the pain it causes, to move on. A beautiful read, thank you.

~Que