The Palm Of Your Hand

If only she had the courage to ask. But perhaps it's better she didn't know just how good of a thing she had going for her.

Where did you go wrong, child of scorn and hate?
Was the love within you born long too late?
Did it blossom beautifully, and die just as quickly?
Did your care shrivel up, and fade as swiftly?
What happened to the dove I longed to cherish?
To the love I thought would never perish?
It's time to tell your next of kin,
My eternal perfection has been lost in the wind.

A gust so subtle and yet so blunt,
I thought it the brutal hand of Death himself.
Yet the Reaper's attention is elsewhere,
His brother Solitude has taken center stage,
Spreading the dread of unwant and misdirection,
A lack of purpose and peripheral vision.
You accept his secure grip without an ounce of worry,
And you wonder why I cannot bear to see your face?

You beat yourself down and down, till there's nowhere left to go.
You say it's might fault and only mine, because you say that it is so.
Accordingly, my word doesn't matter, I'm false from head to toe.
Perhaps you're strong, don't get me wrong, I'm undeserving, I know.
Your eyes are deaf, your ears are blind, why do I even try?
According to you, the truth is here, and clear as the morning sky.
Now rid of me, you're free as a bird, wings spread and ready to fly.
But so high up, amidst your greatest triumph, you're living your biggest lie.

Because when your friend saw me there, with that girl,
She hadn't bothered to ask why we laughed so much,
And smiled so brightly, seemingly very close.
I guess it hadn't occurred to the gossip queen,
That our features were far too similar to be coincidence.
So before you denounce me and leave for good,
Remember the trust I promised from the start,
That would live on forever, even if we split, and that beautiful flower we grew together,
Lost all its leaves and color, there's still the faintest trace,
Of the promise I had made, that even if our love did, my respect would never fade.
So if you still think me a b*****d, then leave me here as I stand,
It'll come to you one day, that you had me in the palm of your hand.

Reviews

[nicki_504]

This is truly enthralling, the writing is impeccable, I especially like the use of the wind to demonstrate the waning of your love for your beloved. "A gust so subtle and yet so blunt" is a fitting metaphor. Very good use of the natural world to present imagery and symbolism. Your subject matter is deep, engaging and identifiable. Wonderful poem, great use of poetic devices and language.