Untitled #34

By rwb35

Lips of satin, dew trodden grasses
Summer wine spilling in new glasses
Raptures unbeheld, passion's whisper sweet
Beneath sunlight our eyes meet
For a moment I am complete
No longer unwhole
But that was so long ago...
It's just been three years
But it might as well be an eternity
Forever's dream within the maze
Of all my tears and empty days
Un-live in the whirlwind
Of all my doubts, of all my fears
I'm just a shell of what I was
Just a shadow on the wall
Empty, broken, and unmade
As I wait in sorrow for the fall...
All of these tears, all these confusions
The wasted years, the wasted delusions
Always coming up with the same wrong conclusions
And still not knowing just who I am supposed to be.
Can't take it anymore
Let me out this nightmare's getting old
Sleeping and waking feeling soiled
Reaching for dreams that will never be
Out dancing on this twilight ledge
Where reality blurs, losing its edge
Just before the thunder roars
As the searing rain begins to pour
When the flickering sliver of light fades
And the shadows breathe the day away
You might find me weeping over an open grave
Hands bloodied with mud and grime
Eyes wild and lost in the sublime
Delusionary fancies that will not let me free
Tears mixing with rain
After falling from a face lined with pain
As I bury and mourn who I used to be.
August 22, 2001

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Copyright 2015 rwb35
Published on Tuesday, October 20, 2015.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"
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  • MorganaRose On Tuesday, November 3, 2015, MorganaRose (74)By person wrote:

    I feel such a heavy heart weaving these words and a desperate longing spilling out between the lines. I know, all too well, the mourning of who you were colliding with who you are to be. From lips of satin to an open grave, your imagery pulled me into this journey with you.

  • Nimue44 On Tuesday, October 20, 2015, Nimue44 (296)By person wrote:

    This... aludes to all senses, but it lingers in the most important place: the mind. There is dark beauty in this sadness, there's wisdom in the reflection. The textures I liked the most.

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