Stripped

Your beauty had curled my existence into a bittersweet immortalness
When you left,you held my heart
Am I not dead?
I remain present only in spirit
As I blend into the backround
In every scene.
As everyone fellowships
engaging in heart felt laugher
And warm embraces
I stay seated on this
Cold
Metal
Chair
And imagine you.
All that ive had is gone
All that ive known is unfamiliar
And since I only see you in dreams,
I dread sun rise
Awakening in a world in which you are non-existent will only diminish my will to live
And if my fate holds a painful death,
I am not afraid.
For I have endured the most
Excruciating
Unpleasant
sensation my body and mind will allow.
The day the most crucial component to my soul was stripped
Never to be returned again.

Reviews

[Aidz]

Finding the right frequency has the change occurring.. nicely spun

[Chris]

poignant. We deal with everyones' daemons in our own way. Somehow reality is seldom trite - when its ours.

[David W Moore III]

I love your treatment of angst. Many blast out their pain and struggling in garish tones. You are more pensive and find a beauty in your contemplation. Love it.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

soulscape heartbreak~ you do the undercurrent velvet claw of pain better than most~

[Robin]

Deeply honest writing that stirs memories and the heart

[Izzy Skye]

Thank you. I'm glad you've enjoyed it.

[Michael G.]

An extremely well written piece. The emotion of grief comes through from start to finish.
I felt true compassion and sympathy for the person in this poem.