Category: Writers Block
HIM, THE ONE I Love
by: Floppy
Promises, echoes, memories cast into a dreamscape.
Yet, here I lie awake.
Shadows dance upon the wall, like great giants poised to fall.
Yet, no fear comes to fill my empty heart.
Outside the wind blows across the grass, silvered moonlight lights its path.
Yet, I do not go out there, I do not dare.
A million stars like priceless gems, oh to be one of them.
Here I lie, too hollow even for despair, and yet, I am not scared.
And, what is fear?
A thick and cloying fragrance?
A heady drug of circumstance?
Yet, I don’t care, anger has gone and taken all I ever had.
Anger, what do I do with it?
It poisons and steals and cuts to the quick.
There is a hole inside where my heart once lived.
Or, is it there, dormant, hidden, waiting?
And, yet, I am not well.
I’m an unused space, a burnt out hollow shell.
What sends me sliding down that slope?
The loss of him, the one I love.
He turned away and took all hope.
Too dead to care, too blind to see just what his love has done to me.
Yet, I feel nothing.
And, yet, again and again, I ask for nothing more.
I will not sleep, I cannot dream of him again.
He’s gone and he’s stripped my soul to bare, dead bones.
And yet, he doesn’t know.
Evil, laughing twist of fate.
Wicked and wicked and so many kinds of wicked.
There’s nothing left in me to break.
Licking flames of scorn and shame, even their greedy tongues do not hurt me.
There is nothing left, he took the best of me.
I am no longer the person I used to be.
She is dead and gone with him, the one I love.
I love the imagery--terrific job capturing emotion with those word pictures!
Hey, glad you like it!
Great poem! Love the imagery and the rhyme scheme is great, especially the lines that rhyme within themselves. Well done!