Strange how that sounds
By torn_beauty
Restless feelings seem to consume
the thought of yesterday, tomorrow, and today.
Where there was once a compassion,
I find an empty hole.
Little by little it all changes.
depression, like a sweet slumber,
fills in the empty places.
Calm and quiet I stole into your heart,
and then I ate it whole.
Perhaps it was dream, you say.
Yet when you woke up, I know,
you thought of me first.
Then you thought of death,
an escape from the ache.
Breathing in the stench of broken hearts,
I had to turn to you.
I could almost be sick with the passion.
The rain storm fell down the hill,
becoming a mist that tasted of tears.
The insanity was almost palpable.
and I found the wretch I am,
curled on the ground, sobbing for you.
A becoming of the worst kind of devotion.
Yet it was all a mistake,
when I knew you would not be near.
You, I knew, ran from the fear of me.
Typical of the person you were,
but so strange of the person you now are.
Somehow I felt you should be on a pilgrimage,
to some unknown love that wasn't me,
The me of yesterday. Perhaps not the me of today.
But possibly the me of tomorrow.
Strange how that sounds,
when the damning soaks through the skin.
Comments on "Strange how that sounds"
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On Thursday, November 16, 2006, K_Love
(525) wrote:
Deep and thought provoking write. The imagery stood out beautiful. Wonderful write.
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On Tuesday, November 14, 2006, monalisamarie
(113) wrote:
I love the imagery and the meaning here, nice work